Glorious In Their Dying Throes

So glorious in their dying throes The red and orange of autumn leaves Will, too soon, return to Mother Earth Scattered down by ever-chilling winds. The red and orange of autumn leaves Those that once were green with verdant life Scattered down by ever-chilling winds And vibrant carpet the woodland floor. Those that once were green with verdant life Will, too soon, return to Mother Earth And vibrant carpet the woodland floor so glorious in their dying throes.