When the autumn say, goodbye,
Then peeping leaves say, hello hi,
Readying -beautifying out of jar,
Charming spring stood a little far,
Flowery-bowery laugh and dance,
Singing-winging, a lovely chance
Denting- painting -shining fine
Spring came through autumn's line,
Matured season working hard,
Sweating -wetting drinking card,
Summer's sun is shining bright
Weary-teary cloud shown might
Wandering-thundering beating drums,
Parading-saluting march past hums
Drip-drop, drip-drop rain that fall,
Dancing-jumping- thumping rivers call,
Bold leaves are now turned to gold,
Enough we lived, now we are old,
To gather food for tiny sprout,
We have to go, along with drought,
Nice work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
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Bold leaves are now turned to Gold. Rhyme and rhythm both are perfect and heart touchable. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.