Blue skies fight for freedom,
A battle lost to stormy clouds.
Green, turns red and gold,
Dying slowly, following the sun
As summer relents too autumn,
And allows the earth to slumber.

 

Cold creeps in to the ground,
Moisture returns too the dawn.
Darkness steals the light of day,
As the moon take its place,
Majestically, watching from its throne,
The beauty within its shadows.

 

 

©T.J.El-Nabarawy