Dazzling shades, vibrant hues,
A visual feast of color,
The maples bleed their life-breath.
Do they feel the pain of mini-death,
From green to scarlet hues?
When prime has passed,
They subtly change to dried-blood.
Majestic oaks of liquid-gold,
With morning sun vibrating through
The shimmering leaves ….
God-created Nature’s jewels.