CHATTERING AUTUMN LEAVES

The row of golden poplars,
Chattering their leaves
In the evening breeze
Have a lot to say,
At the embers of the day,
Like thanking the sun for its warming rays;
Thanking the clouds for quenching their thirst
Without needing to say, “Me first!”:
A million voices praising in chorus
Upon the altar of this earth
To the One Who made us.
The gorgeous, golden, glowing, maple leaves,
Tinged with ruby red,
Set against the backdrop of
The bright, blue sky:
Such a sight to lift my spirits high!;
Oh, how it relieves my sighs!
My heart soars into the sky,
Like the gulls spiraling high.