Trees of Mellow

Leaves fall from the trees of mellow,
with a simple blow of natures hello.

Announcing to be known,
for it was mother natures evil clone.
All alone.

Alone to itself, yet not to the rest.
Nature opens herself to the world,
to relieve some excessive stress.

Stress that plays chess with human life.
Checking many, but few to none.
Getting too near would enhance ones fear.

Lone and behold, but stay in control.
Gusty winds cometh to sendeth,
vastly stretched miles.

Rotation is evident, yet very hesitant.
Spinning round and round.
Losing whirl, but holding twirl.

Slowing pace and losing space.
She flies to the sky, but never dies.
Giving humankind,
a chance at life.

Revealing light of day from dark of night,
checking out to check in, leaving now, but will return again.

Leaves fall from the trees of mellow.
At long last goodbye to those fellow.

Announcing her retreat from the street,
only to be seen at a higher feet.
To someday return to greet,
those fellow to her trees of mellow.