Natural Beauty:

The leaves on her branches
They hang there so loosely,
Better do it when you can
And check out all their beauty.

For their outer green shells
Will soon change their colors,
Seperating all of them some
One from all of the others.

There will now be orange
And red and brown and such,
Giving you one more reason
To stare at them so much.

The way they blow in the wind
And shake upon the tree,
The way they do their little dance
For the whole World to see.

Soon they will start to fall
And tumble to the ground,
One by one they will die
As their slowly falling down.

Now the branches of the tree
Their colors have melted away,
Now her pure and Natural Beauty
Is the only thing that remains.