Autumn Like A Queen 

Autumn like a queen,
With clothes of the brightest color,
To red and gold from green.

Crowned with golden rays,
Clad with leaves of red,
There is no room for shades of grays.

A scepter of sunlight in her hand,
She walks throughout her golden forest,
Spreading her gold aura thru her land.

Born of the Summer heat,
Grown by the leaves' songs,
Queen of all until Winter's beat.

Autumn like a queen,
Ruling the cooling wind of fall,
And golden lands such as never seen.