Trees shedding their tears of leaves,
splashing on the ground in the breeze,
tickling the dying grass,
whose laughter fades to shades of brass.

Forgive me while I bask in thee,
embracing all thy burgundy,
soon I lay, too enveloped,
knowing it's time that I eloped.

So to thee, autumn, I confess,
my love for her, words can't express,
I thank of thee, ancient and wise,
for what you've made me realize.