When seasons change comes to fall,
Leaves float to the ground from trees so tall.
The deeper they pile, as does the beauty thereof,
A bright panorama of color, for those looking above.

A kaleidoscope arrangement with each passing breeze,
What a beautiful picture, for one that sees.
An artist stops by, and tries to paint,
But the colors he's choosing seem too faint.

He sets down his brushes to enjoy for himself,
The wondrous arrangement, wind blown in stealth.
Feeling guilty because he cannot share
With the world, the beauty just lying there.

As the evening sneaks in to steal the day,
It sends the sad artist, slowly on his way.
The easel and brushes say in despair,
To leave such a beauteous scene there.