Beautiful Earth.

Atumn brushes her hair slowly




Letting the glorious colors

Flow gently to the earth below.

Showing off vibrant colors 

 In contrast to summer's green dress.

 Out doing the starkness,

Of winter's white coat.

Autumn compares the mutable

Shades of spring to her fall

Giving a sigh ,end of another season.

She packs her brush 

As frost touches her tips.

Dear son

            The most glittering diamonds

            Would seem pale

            The most exotic gourmet dishes

            Would seem stale

            The brightest of colors

            Would seem dreary

            The toughest of troubles

            Would seem puny

            In front of you, dear son

            Nothing is more momentous

            You are the only person

            Most important to us

            We love you