Changing of the Leaves

How wonderful it is to see the changing of the leaves. Canvases painted masterfully on what was once but green.

Walk with me.
Talk to me about the melting pot we see.
Tell me of the crisp fall-air,
how the crimson sky captures your eye.
Tell me what you see.
Talk to me about the seasons change and what your soul does reap from it.

Time, and time, and time again,
the seasons shift with variation.
Tell me how it lifts you.
Tell me how it feeds you.
Tell me what you take from the newfound colors that dare drape the trees something magnificent.
-For my eyes, perhaps, see much different.

How wonderful it is to see the changing of the leaves. Canvases painted masterfully on what was once but green.