The Painter

Waving pools of golden hues, give way to auburn interlopers
weaving intricate patterns in a dance of renewal
which brings an end to the rule of yet another year
allowing the strength of the young to flourish and prosper

In the absence of might garnered from years of perseverance
life buds anew with all the hope of youth and innocence
gathered and brought forth with a purpose born of instinct
to propagate and spread the fire of life across the land

In the lazy days of sunshine and gentle evening showers
this wave of everlasting energy floods an eager landscape
fueling the very essence of the dream weaver, mother nature,
in all her splendor and glory she paints a picture of magnificence