A moment back in September,
A time of falling leaves
And hibernating trees.
A moment when the Earth becomes a canvas
Embodied in an ocean of formidable beauty
Of wonders gleaming through the diversity
Of the natural colors of this Earth.
The sound of their rustles
Form the symphonies of autumn’s hustles,
Overpowering the whistles of the winds,
Forming a spectacle of wonder
That even Time, it would hinder
For man to capture this moment forever
To allow their minds to uncover
The truth of a splendor that lies beneath
A time that was exiled into a belief
That a time of a great fall is held
As a symbol of undeniable death,
Yet overlooking the truth in this irony
Where in an instant living within this real imagery
Is that of life embodied in a colorful unity.