The Naked Trees Autumn(November Contest)

It's time to flow,
the time of fall.
a period to past prime,
when deciduous loses their
green pages.
the annual of receding,
a season to decline.

An hour of wave has arrived,
when greenery depreciates.
as yeender breath ice,
the night smoke dust.
the trees look worried,
for their naked moment is here.

A fig is looking nude,
it's figure seems budding.
the flower savored,
perhaps is refreshment.
the leaves speak dried,
from green to brown fly high.

The frugivores aves
sing joyfully,
but hides no more.
for the plight of tree has
gripped their beauty,
it swing away their pride shades.
the autumn is ross,
indeed n-a-t-u-r-a-l.