Nature's Ornaments

So brief lived is your existence Swinging, hung in the wind of resistance Your wonderful canopy so brimful and green Once proud and appealing now part of a fall scene Maybe not always so gloomy to us, Thus, Your ever-changing colors are enchanting to the eye A spectator none can defy Until they tumble endlessly into piles Dancing in the winds for miles And then turned into a coffee dust Onto the soil and staining it to a color so robust As so your job then is to rest, Until you’re brought back at request Now you’ve became a part of nature’s circle, In the pasting years of a chronicle