Dearest of Dear.....

As I turn a cycle Autumn falls Where the trees stand so tall There handsome brances now lay naked There leaves dropped there crispness forsaken Children run through the path bedded grounded leaves For oh they please..... A pleasing sight to any eye Colours of richness like the mind on fire Deepest red ,golden gold,cats eyes of green Shades of delight under the moonlight Even sets passion to all senses The stolen perfume That smells like blossom to bloom Its tones would decorate any room...... Out with the old in with the new Swept grounds making way for two We dream of spring its sparkle may bring Even the baby birds will sing Freshness from stalemate A new beginning of natures fate The path way clear to clear Its journey long but so near but so ready to appear of dearest of dear......