Breathtakingly beautiful, I wish to see the sight,
I imagine from my memory, But more than that not quite,
And as the leaves fall, down to the ground floor,
To the dirt and settled things, to reach the heights no more.
What do I take, from such an insight,
Why do I feel, that it is the ground that is right?
Feel the shade is so wonderful, peaceful, and light?
Cool and resounding, not just a beautiful sight.
Sunlight pours lingering, through the top leaves,
Shining just so subtly, beautifully on these.