Beautiful is the fall.
Leaves scatter on the ground.
Uniquely brilliant colors
Form landscapes all around.
Nature is alive,
And reveals her lovely head.
But then winter comes,
And declares her to be dead.
But winter will lose its grip
At the coming of spring,
When Nature shall triumph
Within the scheme of things.
She shall arise once more—
Even lovelier than before.
Walterrean Salley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-fall-revealed/
