She lay there, still, in the Autumn Sun,
Arms stretched wide and wings aside.
She watched her friends glide and go,
The time had nearly come to make it snow.
They basked in the last of their warmth they had grown
From sunflowers to Lilly pads,
Each one across the sparkling pond, aglow.
They danced from tree to flower to seeds,
to see which stock would survive all the breeze
They glimpsed and frowned, a quick skim through the inner guide,
To see which winter garden would most be alive…
In wonder and awe, the glory that would never bore
and warm the hearts of all the folk that passed by,
little critters, trotters and frolicking bears,
Pixies and whiskers and all things fair.
The clouds now looming she got up to help,
for her grand finale was never short of something felt.
With a flutter of her wings, gently lifting off the ground,
She raised her arm and held her head high.
She twirled a little here, swirled her arm a little there,
And slowly the purest white glowing orbs drifted gently across the land, from out of nowhere.
The breeze carried them far and wide, not a sound to be heard, but on, what a sight!
As the day went on and and the stars came out to play,
she found her purest flower in which to lay.