Quiet fills the air around,
Talking birds the only sound.
Vibrant colors fill the scene,
Reflecting softly from the stream.
Leaves release from their beds,
Floating softly to waters edge.
Water moving soft and pure,
Ripples breaking off pebbled shore.
Reds and yellows cascade by,
Flowing gently on reflected sky.
Crisp air weaving through the trees,
Rustling leaves in its breeze.
All trees standing proud and tall,
Natures Beauty revealed in fall.
Written by B.A.Bowman
My daughter.
Copyright: bab 11/99
