Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Our Golden Hour

Long wintry hours we come from.

Nature wakens our trees to

The springtime hour, so we come

Sprouting buddings all fresh and new

Upon our trees, set the scene

As summer hours lets us grow

Into maturity all green.

Then to autumn hour we go,

Knowing that change soon comes to us,

From color green to gold display.

Of course we leaves do never fuss,

Because it is just nature's way.

Accept, golden hour be we,

Nature's golden our  we be.