What Falls From Trees
In Autumn some green leaves remain
Untouched by the explosions of the fall
Trans- formative as is the nature of light
Bright colors in juxtaposition to the rain
Red fits in mixed company with orange gathering
Tree yellows are happier than yellow submarines
Parasols most fleeting when they break away
Magic folios as chemistry changes them to brown
And when they land there is but little sound
But when the breeze catches them in sleep
It whips them into a frenzy until they crunch
Trees stand tall with no hands and little chances
Their Skeletal branches reach their limits
When winds call to remove their little friends
Destined for decay the leaves still play
What falls from trees remains a mystery
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