By Anushka Yerramareddy

I first saw them on an evening stroll

They were quite a sight, I must say

Such that their beauty truly touched my soul

As the wind had made them sway.

At this moment, I came to a sudden halt

And I began to jump high, and higher 

You see, that sort of beauty was not my fault

And I began to jump, trying to touch the trees of fire.

They were so wonderful, so golden and bright

And all I could do was stare in awe

A camera could never capture that sort of light

As the leaves had no flaw.

Yet my height prevented me from doing so

And I stopped jumping higher

Then at last, I let go

I left them, my cherished, beloved trees of fire.