The clouds gave way
To a sky of gray,
On a cool,
Autumn morning.

The children play
Under invisible rays,
Watching as the
Seasons come and fade.

Day by day does
Nature give way,
Changing in all its glory.

Yet night by night does
All begins to crumble,
And the roots
Soon become gory.

The clouds have come
Hiding away the sun,
Making all deserted.

Forests shadowy grow,
And suddenly do we know,
What makes a world
Revolve.  The acorn
 That falls from the tree.