Here Comes the Winter

Touch of the sunshine, kiss of gold; leaves have turned organge and red bold! lime green, tender green, bright and now yellow! lots of sunshine did they swallow? dark and darker, the leaves go bolder older; until to the winds they surrender "i will drop them all!" says the wind during the fall rustle rustle winds blow; leaf and leaves, I watch them go lonely stands the tree; as the leaves go spree. cold and colder, its chilly there; as the tree stands bare soon they will be covered in a fleece blanky; of snow soft, silky and shiny! thats the care of mother nature; hybernating trees in a restful slumber! - Mugdha Prabhakar Bhurke