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When the cider days of October,
Days of amber kitchen light
And luscious flaxen speckled pears
Spill into saffron leaves,
With rust and red and freckled brown November,
Our souls surge up to see
The woods' diversity;
The colors stun the neurons in our brain,
Like fireworks at ten
On a cold Christmas eve
Like starworks we lie
On our backs to see,
Broadcasting the news
That the universe is alive
And throbbing(can you feel it?) and thriving.
Finally, the message is:
Try to see through us;
There's so much more here
Than could ever meet an eye,
But to ever really grow
One has no choice but to try.

So build a secret garden
With plants as friends
And things you love
To see and touch
And people you cherish,
To remind you
Who you are
When you look into the colors,
Into the light, into the leaves,
In to the stars.