Leaves Of Green And Brown Poem by Smoky Hoss

Walking under a maple tree
with leaves of green and brown,
I notice some hang on
while others lay upon the ground.
Summer's been nice:
the sun shone and the rain fell,
so why is it
the trees don't look so swell?
Could it be
a devastating insect,
come, these trees
to infect?
Or a strike of lightning
that thundered down with the last rain?
oh no-no, certainly not
for each tree here about looks quite the same.
Perhaps then, acid rain?
soaking in at the roots,
then upward drawn
to burn each limbs precious shoots.
Nay, says I at long last
realizing natures unavoidable fate,
when coming to consider
my location and the date.
For here I am, strolling up north
at the very start of fall,
and it's just that the trees in wild-wonder
have answered autumns early call.
These amazing leaves, green and brown
are turning precisely as they should,
nature is right on track
and all, is well and good.