Autumn's Metamorphosis: Unveiling the True Colors
The reality
Before the leaves fall, a tale to tell,
A season of change, a time to dwell,
The trees stand tall, their colors bright,
A symphony of hues, a wondrous sight.
The leaves, they change, from green to gold,
A metamorphosis, so bold,
Their edges curl, their colors deepen,
A fiery red, a burnished sheen.
The wind whispers secrets, in the trees,
A language of the breeze,
The rustling leaves, a melody,
A chorus of nature's glee.
And before people change, their ways,
A time of pause, a moment's grace,
The world slows down, its pace,
A time to reflect, a time to place.
The way of speaking, it changes too,
A language of the heart, anew,
The words, they flow, like autumn's stream,
A poetry of love, a dream.
So let us cherish, this time of year,
A season of beauty, a time of cheer,
For before the leaves fall, we know,
A change is coming, a new way to grow.
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Comments (2)
This was such a beautiful poem! I loved it!
I don't live in a country where I experience autumn, but this justifies everything I've read and felt in the countries I've visited. So beautiful.