Nature's Autumn

Noontime shadows lengthen, sunlight pales,
leaves slowly browning as the year blends autumn.
Brilliant flaming colors paint the hills
defiant joy in death, Nature's subtle hymn.

Warmth, morning's early promise, no avail,
cold damp descends in darkness on the land.
The flaming trees too quickly stripped by gales
that leave the branches hung like barren hands.

Morning after morning, the sky seems mourning.
It weeps it's little bitter acid tears.
The heedless hands of men have wrought this burning
bitter rain, without a care, concern, or fear.