For the Leaves Tell the Trees

The leaves tell the tree's of a change soon to blow shimmering in the wind, a colorful hue. Yellow, orange, and red sparkle in the autumn suns glow the day's grow shorter, soon they will fly like spirits on a breeze. The sky is blue and the air crisp like an apple late blooming flowers will soon be gone with the bee's. Now barren, against a grey winter backdrop they settle in for a long rest other tree's in window's shine brightly with lights all a glow. Neighborhood children sing carols door to door and comment on ones that look best. Awakening from the roots once again they breathe in the spring green life emerges all round the land. A melody, delightful to the ears can be heard as the birds begin to sing a certain longing, they've waited as they drink of a summers downpour. Growing tall towards the fluffy clouds above covered with beautiful foliage and sweet blooms for people to adore. A familiar sight for once again I do see for the leaves tell the tree's It has alway's been and shall alway's be.