Autumn Tree

Her leaves were transformed, jade green to gold,

She proudly struck a picturesque pose,

In the cool autumn's October month,

Justly pretty as a flowered rose;

The morning sun a helping hand did lend,

To enhance her winsome worldly charms,

At times a brazen afternoon breeze,

Caressed her gently with loving arms;

Her golden colour a month did last,

Winter stripped her naked as can be,

Then in December the snow arrived,

And changed her into a frosted tree.