This morning I was walking through my local park and, as always, gazing around at my surroundings. I love the crispness in the air on a sunny autumn morning and the crunchy leaves underfoot.
I got to thinking about the circle of life and wrote this poem when I got on the train. I hope you like it!
Brown, burgundy and gold
These are the leaves of old
Played the part they had to play
They have now been tossed away
What a sad life it must be
Clinging fearlessly to the tree