Member Rara Avis
`Tis quite a splendor for eyes to behold,
Leaves that are changing from green into gold.
The worlds' splashed with color o're our heads,
With phenomenal yellows, crimpsons and reds.
Leaves as they flutter down off of the tree,
Soon fall to the ground splashing colors so free.
As they blanket the earth and give beauty to streets,
Too soon they will dry and crumble under our feet.
The air will start changing, crisp winds will soon sway,
And fall will then exit, as winter makes way.