Death shouts loud

Autumn brings harvest and death and decay

The bright hopes of Spring soon will wither away

But salute then their passing on Nature’s highway

In breathtaking glory their colours display.

The sun and the rain play parts in between,

Kickstarting the growth with their bright fresh light green

That matures and will darken when Springtime has been

And hot sun of Summer comes onto the scene.

It’s part of the plan, life prospers then mellows,

And fading, cries out with its red, brown and yellows

“I’m not going quietly!” the countryside bellows

But Winter is certain to silence the fellows.