It is this morning that I love,
Where greens in garden spring along,
From small to tall, they all appeal,
And, refresh me on the morning walk.
When fall arrives and they die out,
From green to yellow to orange they change,
With purple, pink and red on side,
They show their beauty one last time.
Dew rests on leaves, washing them out,
And Sun gives them all, a hot, warm bath,
Glistening and glowing with colors all kind,
Making a sad heart happy with last good bye.
And, when autumn sojourns, clearing them out,
The last look of love is never forgone,
Hustling with wind, the leaves fly away,
And so, they’re beautiful, even when they fall.
From New Jersey, with love.