All Trees Must Relent

I hear the autumn breeze
Whispering softly to the trees
Let go, let go, let go of your leaves
Not yet, not yet reply the trees
Our leaves are too beautiful to die
Even if the time is nigh

But die, but die they must
Said the breeze with a gust
For another season’s spent
So all trees must relent
And every leaf have its say
Too appease a winter’s day.

By Darryl T Davies