If autumns serenade were to last very long
It would tell of the aspens golden song
Rustling leaves in the light of the morning sun
Sing their tunes ever soft till the day is done
Choirs of white timber serenade once more
Bowing and bending for seasons encore
Hues of blue sky against amber applause
Leafy arms lifted to dance autumns waltz
Mountaintop symphonies resonate through the hills
Delighting creation with heavenly trills
The songs of the aspen sung just for me
Notes playing on the wind; natures harmony
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Ron
Michael D.