The Autumn's Symphony
The leaves turned orange and brown,
A sign of autumn's arrival in town.
Like a king that needs no crown,
Standing tall, the tree never looks down.
Its branches stretching far and wide,
A home for creatures that need to hide.
The leaves rustle and whisper in the breeze,
A lullaby that puts my mind at ease.
In the shadows live the shrubs,
A world of green, in the nearby suburb.
They thrive in darkness, hidden from sight,
A secret garden, a world of delight.
Their leaves a tapestry of shades,
A symphony of greens, a sight to behold.
They dance and sway in the gentle breeze,
A celebration of life, a moment of peace.
Waiting for the spring's coming,
The tree rejoices the birds humming.
© Nik Celeste
A sign of autumn's arrival in town.
Like a king that needs no crown,
Standing tall, the tree never looks down.
Its branches stretching far and wide,
A home for creatures that need to hide.
The leaves rustle and whisper in the breeze,
A lullaby that puts my mind at ease.
In the shadows live the shrubs,
A world of green, in the nearby suburb.
They thrive in darkness, hidden from sight,
A secret garden, a world of delight.
Their leaves a tapestry of shades,
A symphony of greens, a sight to behold.
They dance and sway in the gentle breeze,
A celebration of life, a moment of peace.
Waiting for the spring's coming,
The tree rejoices the birds humming.
© Nik Celeste