The autumnal sun rises,
the earth burns with a golden hue.
Unfurl,the first red clumps,
Dripping morning's fine dew.
Standing under the sun,
They seem to burn,
Brighter than Apollo's curls,
Along with the winds as it hurls.
Spring thaws the frozen fire,
The red blanket burns higher.
The green leaves stain the air,
Making it resemble Dionsys' hair.
The leaves call out to life,
"I am still alive".
No matter the quenched ground,
The leaves gleam, shine with a 1000 sounds.
Time passes, leaves fall,
They change but never break at all.
Falling to the ground , they call out,
"I am here, another will soon come out".
The maple's leaf may die,
It's soul will go on high.
Engaging in a brawl,
With Janus, looking out for more wisdom to be hauled.