Gracie 3 Years Old
Tree
branches are bare as if not to care
Golden
leaves lay by the shivering trunk
Nourishes
the earth they become a pair
Season
passes dead leaves on earth have sunk
Chilly the
winds blow on the country road
Wet leaves
are heavy lie still in their beds
Nature
will take them she’ll carry her load
Grind the
fallen till they are golden threads
Snow comes
soon a white blanket covers graves
Shelters
nature’s gift sleep comes to their site
Season
completes her cycle comes and saves
A peaceful
sleep comes without any fright
As day ends,
the moon will shine in the night
In the
morning, there will be a bright light
- Rhoda
Galgiani