From tree clouds above, vivid colors are falling,
Mellow summer days have now, all gone by crawling!
The sun has disappeared, and left a strange storm,
As engrossing as honeybees, gathered into a swarm.
Colors in the trees, in the air and on the ground,
As if at any moment, in beauty we shall be drowned!
Vibrant beauty is goodbye, in nature's native tongue,
Either in sunset hours or dawn, or luscious autumn!