Fall evening ,
And the sky is all ablaze,
Brilliant hues of gold ,copper,
Crimson and gray.
Lining the horizon,
Tall trees stand upright,
Wearing colours
Of orange and yellow bright.
Dissolving what they say
Is the ultimate divide,
With the heavens above, and
The earth on the other side.
Gently standing , as if
In defiance.
As nature runs through
Her myriad seasons,
Holding on to every leaf ,
The life of which is
Now ever so , brief.
To stand bare
Through wintry nights and days,
Waiting for spring’s arrival,
Oh , to be as brave as a tree,
To learn from it , the art of survival.