Walking in the park on an autumn day,
Red and yellow leaves falling down my way,
As I gaze upon the setting sun I see
Warm rays of light staring back at me.
Scattered clouds moving across the sky,
Black ravens fright when they see me by,
As they fly across the lake I start to see
Sparkles of light falling down a tree.
Cardigans that rest on trees,
A rusty hive forgotten by bees,
As I sit here, all the these things I see
Are like faerie-tale landscapes risen in front of me.
Autumn now awakes the cold spirits of night,
All little birds look for shelter in flight,
As they fly and fly away I can only see
The true power of nature breaking free.
Painted nature... dyed in yellow, orange, red,
A landscape of dreams that can never be dead,
Such miracles in nature you find
Those who cannot see them must be blind.
