A varied colored quilt dresses and beautifies the
panoramic landscape. Invisible hands have stitched 
each leave.
	
Autumn leaves on my maple tree; I need not clip the 
leaves in autumn; it is a wasted effort they will soon
Be scattered to the four winds.
			
       Nature’s kiss will lay each leave to rest.

Autumn leaves on my windowsill. I need not pick them 
up; the fowls of the air will use them for their nests. 

Autumn leaves encircled the panoramic landscape of life.    
Relationships and its adversities painted with darker strokes.
Each leave must be left alone to fulfil their mission. 

Autumn leaves all over the ground. The trees have
Lay their garment to the ground.

To the discerning eye this is glorious.

The glory of autumn leaves: Its colors.
The glory of bread: it satisfies.
The glory of a spring: it refreshes.

You and I are autumn leaves.
The ground is our destiny.

Let us yield beauty to the eye of the beholder.

For:
“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to
gain what he cannot lose”.