Heaven in the fall.

What caught her eye
in the spring, became her heaven in the fall

Was it the little birds
Their cheerful song?

The sheer delight within their call...

Maybe it was the colours rich, that poised the flowers so, a glimpse of heaven all around
wherever she did go

Who's ever eyes she come to meet, when leaves they left the tree
Captured by the very heart and soul possessed by she,

Maybe she saw the Lilac sky, or the Horizon peaked with ambitious glow, and taunted not her travelers heart, with love had made it grow.