This Fall

The maple leafless trees, winched in front of me,

Radiant lavish green, changing to red gold I had seen,

Branches now carrying some red traces leftover,

Their splendour, their vivacity, now a pale tale.

The leaves had slowly started to crackle

Falling down and flying every where,

Today nearly a bare sight was in front of me,

I paused for a while for, to my surprise.

Beyond my expectations it had beautified,

Its graceful branches boasting their height,

Dancing in all directions with the wind passing by,

Giving a rhythm to a beautiful song like a lullaby.

Stood there, feeling the chill,

New decor, reshaped magnificently,

Brown colour shinning in the blue sky,

The trees now boasting to the brim.

I too beaming, walked under them,

The sun shone bright that day.