Each leaf is similar,
a relative of the branch from where it came.
Each discolouration is colour magnified
Super imposed yet blending like chameleons
creating fire halos.
The morning rays tease
as they push through overlapping leaves.
Tiny windows of light slice the air.
Steadying the naked eye,
fixing it upon moving particles in the haze.
The silent, cool, crisp night
winds the earths soil so tight.
Alas, a new day dawns.
The ground sighs relief
as dew bids adieu and rises up in mist
basking in golden light; changes and shifts
enveloped within opaque fluffed cloud
which rises and disappears.
Reappearing to grant permission to carefree breeze
to rustle and tickle the autumn leaves
coaxing them to blanket the unwound naked ground.
Everything is the same. Everything is different
More potent more profound.
Lush greens, brilliant yellows, reds to make you blush,
Vibrant trees, small shrubs, everything full flush.
Know that no leaf leaves its tree without His say
Vitality is vital
Yet there is much beauty in decay.