As I walk along with her,
the beauty is so great,
Her color so lovely,
It's hard to contemplate.
As she sways to the wind,
my heart jumps with joy.
She was even beautiful,
when I saw her as a boy.

Soon she will be leaving,
once more to return,
Then another year,
for her beauty I will yearn.
Oh this Beautiful lady,
her beauty is surpassed.
I am spending time with her today,
knowing it won't last.

Soon striped of all her loveliness,
and lying on the ground.
She will stay in our hearts forever,
for her beauty is profound.
Yes, she will lose her beauty,
and her all I only have a few days left,
till Winter takes away my Fall.

©Walt Chapman
10-5-01