Everywhere I turn to 
I see the trees decorated with yellow and orange leaves 
A rich kaleidoscope of brilliant colours 
Some red, some brown, some mixed 
Elegant in their magnificent grandeur
Hitherto, those were the green leaves
But fading, turning into colourful colours
Creating a glowing contrast
Amazing hue
Radiant leaves yet their life is ebbing away
They were once the lush foliage of the summer
Now in a tidal pool of decline as they bow to death
Yet in dying, they exude glamour
But the rhythm of nature must be obeyed
And the trees must shed their leaves
And the leaves must fall and be trampled upon
For every living thing must bow when the time is ripe
And the ground is the recipient
For nothing last forever

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