When Autumn comes, she cries
And her tears are crimson and gold,
They drop to the frosty Earth
And lie there in the cold.
All through the long winter
Months she stands
Her arms are outstretched and frozen,
Bony are her lovely hands,
Deathlike, encased in crystal bands.
But when the Spring bursts forth
Her death is proven false
She bends in the wind once more
Cloaking herself in living green.
She swings me up in her arms,
I climb upon her shoulders,
In her hands I am sheltered from harm,
And with her I lack all fear.
Lifelike, clothed in elegant charm.
Though she towers above me
With queenly grace
And holds me high above the ground,
I fear none while in her embrace
She will not let