Those who love the lush green leaves
Forming big canopies on trees
Must as well adore the rust brown ones
The pride and glory of departing season
Painful though, it is to watch them fall
And being strewn all over by the wind
Look ! they lie scattered around
Like wounded soldiers on a site of battle
But are they not, like all of us
Some of the innumerable characters
In Nature's eternal drama of life
Moving in the cycle of birth and decease ?
Hence as you walk this side of the road
Step with caution my friends, beware
Lest you should trample on any one of them
Even by mistake or sheer negligence
Believe me, we owe them much gratitude
Since they served us with no selfish intent
So let's be grateful for their priceless gifts
And pay them in return a humble tribute !
Been There , Doon That ?