The Golden Tear Of Fall

A golden leaf falls to the ground,

As she, the tree, now sheds a tear;

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

A lifeless frond, crisp and browned

No longer green this time of year;

A golden leaf falls to the ground.

With tumult blowing all around

The leafy laden atmosphere,

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

Then gently floating downward bound

Rustic, wrinkled, disheveled, sere;

A golden leaf falls to the ground.

Soon to rest. whereupon is drowned,

In a pool of foliage near;

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

So Autumn chills will sweep profound

And frantic winds at last appear;

A golden leaf falls to the ground

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

ASJ