Here comes the lovely fall heaps of leaves,
Boughs choirs and twigs swag as leaves disperse,
Brown yellow leaves becomes a boon not a curse.
Sweet little birds starts their abode to weaves,
Time has again come for nature thanks to receive.
More leaves bid farewell from trees source,
It is a natural phenomenon not a force.
O! humble mother nature a true wonder,
For your great soul I will surrender.