The leaves are colorful and overly changing
Seeing that they'll soon fall and bury the green lawns
But the beautiful sight of the forest icons
As taking the pictures of seasons exchanging

From the grass to the snow, so are moments of life
The death of element means the birth of the next
As circles in events with cupidly effects
Finding disparity, unengaging in strife

Hearing wonderful noise in delicate fairness
Seasons with a chorus, a sound that will dictate
The lasting impression as the ear drums inflate

Let the heart be open amidst all its bareness
And engage with nature, and embrace its bounty
As the wind sails away to impress its beauty.