Poem

AUTUMN

Boston-Public-Garden

Green leaves- yellow turn
And fall on roads to
make you concern
That he has come with
prosperity in hand.
Bringing smiles on every face
And brightening dark lands.
So, beautiful a gift nature brings,
To show to mankind that –
he is always, the king.
A caring wind with gentleness flow.                 
And talk to trees about human glow.
whisper and whisper,
Can be heard as they talk of-
Numerous parts of their life unshared.
Oh! I wish they could talk to me,
Autumn, Autumn so bright and free.

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