Mother Nature’s Procreation

Its all going on amidst the forest floor
Scattered leaves strewn everywhere
Dropping, drooping, shrunken shrivelled
Earth’s reproductive germ warfare
Yet this is Mother Nature’s procreation
Her begetting generation
She knows full well her falling leaves
Will serve her needs of propagation

So Autumn fall spins it’s cycle
Our spasmodic of stop-and-go
Rusty rotten ruination
Clandestinely covered life below
Blighted blankets of languished leaves
A necessary natura
Dame Mother’s repercussion
Betwixt covered carpets of cultura