autumn
the
wind stirs
the
trees gently move as if dancing to an unknown tune
their
leaves drift slowly to the unsuspecting ground below
one
by one the trees become naked and cold
and
the ground well clothed and warm
the
many brightly colored leaves
that
have wandered from their birthplace
call
silently to those left behind
and
with a sudden gust of wind
many
more answer the silent call and leave their security behind
the
trees
now
bared to the soul
looking
lost and forlorn bend slowly to and fro
seemingly
calling out to their lost color and life
but
the answer is silence
and
the lonely trees cry throughout the night
the
apathetic wind blowing harsh and cold
the
sun
looks
down and shines it's rays of warmth
upon
the naked trees
it's
sympathy showing brightly
it
warms their branches gently
and
brings them solace and cheer
the
sky
clear
blue
looks
down at them too
to
offer shelter from up above
it's
snowy white puffs of gently rolling clouds
extends
it's offer of a helping hand
the
trees
have
lost their leaves
a
temporary setback for them all to overcome
but
knowing
come
next spring
they
will return to their full glory
it's
all very simple for nature to understand life
now
nature should educate me
tigs