People often walk on that pathway of gold,
Where sunlit yellow leaves are joy manifold.
Natural pleasures draw crowds back always,
To view the painted alley, like in days of old.
The path is lovely, in sun phase or moonlight-
When the vocal night birds steal its limelight.
Fall plunges one in color, beneath deep blue,
And it's a beautiful course, noon or midnight.
People often walk on that pathway of gold,
Where sunlit yellow leaves are joy manifold.
Natural pleasures draw crowds back always,
To view the painted alley, like in days of old.
The path is lovely, in sun phase or moonlight-
When the vocal night birds steal its limelight.
Fall plunges one in color, beneath deep blue,
And it's a beautiful course, noon or midnight.