The leaves flicker and bicker as they talk from the trees,
No longer enriched but browning as they diesmbark and leave,
They lived life full and will return to the earth,
Swept into heaps that transform into turf,
Nutrients released bilaterally if you will,
The mother tree soon reclaims her autumn ill,
When spring arrives and the souls of leaves are sprouted anew,
From the flowering, towering buds that become many from a few,
Is this nature… beauty – unwavering moved towards a cyclical cycle,
Or just raw chaos blended with something that is more real than mythical,
Biblical proportions these processes come and go,
Watch as the seasons pass and enjoy natures flow.