Birches

Birches in their britches.

Beautifully dressed in Sunday best.

Proudly standing out

From all the other trees.

Birch leaves rustle in the wind,

A last chance to dance wildly

Before Autumn’s music ends.


But this is not a time to worry,

This is a time to shine

To Show your best,

To Loudly Sing your Autumn Song.


People stop

And gaze at your beauty

and listen to your Autumn song.

Your beautiful Autumn song.

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