The merry song entertains my ears

I cannot see the orioles

But I can hear them passing through

Much like those who come to gaze at our foliage

The maples, sumac, sycamores,

All set ablaze in colors by Autumn's wand

The orioles soon meander through

Migrating to their winter homes

They shall return in spring

But those that remain

Their songs accompany the spectacular beauty

Reminding us all that we should all carry a song within our hearts

Whether summer, winter, spring or fall

True beauty always exists

We only have to be observant enough

To truly appreciate it

And the symphony it creates.

October 20, 2005