Seasons Poem by Eric Paeplow

Under cerulean skies, clear and bright,
I take in the scene before my eyes
Leaves of red cover the ground,
Millions more, begin their journey down

On a day such as this, on a climb towards the sky,
To reach the top and survey the morning sunrise
Crisp fresh air fills my lungs,
Its sweet smell perfumes the world around

Above me, hangs a canopy of color,
Like a watercolor painting, above the ground
The leaves began their life green,
Then flashed from yellow to gold, then red

As if playing some surreal game once renowned,
Returning at last to the ground
From bright green, to caramel brown
Ashes to ashes, they all fall down

How many past, have walked this path to the sky
How many more, will follow the same path as I
This path has seen the footsteps of many
Each immersed their thoughts, immersed in the splendor

Rising from the ground to the heights of the sky
Combining to create the view before my eyes
For seasons past and seasons yet to come
This scene to be repeated, as time passes on