Fading Chlorophyll
When Fall does knock on Summer's door
the leaves begin their slow decline,
to fall in time, the ground they'll find
in colder air, in Winter's grasp.
But colors bold reveal themselves
in that, the Summer's gorged wake.
Our color shows in our decline
as well, our color true is bold
and bright, for we have struck our core,
for we are more than evergreen.
Our colors true reveal themselves
in that, the Summer's gorged wake.
Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2010
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