Leaves

The golden sun

of the late afternoon

hits the trees

making colour of sun
kiss

gold upon there leaves

As the leaves dry

and die

and float to the ground

as they spread on the
ground

as they swirl around

I wonder do they make a
silence cry

as they die

more leaves blow off
the trees

the colour of gold and
red and brown

there leaves that grown
in spring

as gently silently die
in the wind