Passionately into the Light

The autumn leaves, tumbling down

Making a carpet of reds and browns.

Reflecting the sun’s golden rays

Upon beautiful yellow leaves.

Death is life and life is death, it seems to be singing.

One hardly notices the birds leaving.

Soon the trees baring no leaves,

At night will skeletons bereave.

Another of nature’s ways will come to an end,

Only to begin again.