• Auburn colored leaves falling on the ground,
    a sight alone that has no such abound.
    sounds of crunching leaves are heard here and there,
    A scene so magnificent I must share.

    The colorless winds whistle their mute song
    While animals frolic and sing along.
    Tree that shine in a familiar way,
    Just as they did one windy auburn day.

    Oh how I dream of freezing time itself!
    Such as a fairytale book on the shelf.
    The feeling and smell still lingers in me,
    The color of auburn I dream to see.