The leaves were green,

But then they turned,

To colors of orange and red.

They look like a queen,

Adorned on her throne,

Surrounded by awe-struck men.

But again, something happens,

And the leaves begin to fall,

Leaving the tree,

The barest of them all.

Where has the queen gone,

That once ruled the land?

But in spring she’ll come back,

With her scepter in hand.