Endeavor

As the seasons change so too the

leaves change.

Cool wind in the air, the colours of autumn are 

painted where the leaves rest, reflecting in the water

the trees they once were a part of.

Changing colour with the seasons, dancing in the

winds of time, a bohemian rhapsody painted on the

canvas of reflection.

The trees embrace the bareness of their essence

through the cold weather, together they stand

stronger than ever, united as one with Mother Earth

whom provides her children with the nutrients

needed for the survival of the winds that have come

to pass.

Author's Note

I'm new to poetry. I would like to hear other people's thoughts on this, contemplations, feedback, what do you think?