Hue of Gold Now Stoned-with Grace

The scent and taste of the wild winds
loosening the garter of Mother Nature
sowing tranquil silent seeds of serenity
listening to remnants of falling leaves
haunting hue of gold now stoned
gaunt and old now lay entombed
in nature's Fahrenheit of ecstasy

whisper of the wild winds
when petals fall one by one
under where skies are serene
falling leaves kiss goodbye
hues of gold haunting dawns
in nature's embrace lovingly fold
nature's beauty surrounds the living space
with the symphony of the earth, our rebirth