Fall through my window
So beautiful to behold
Our Ash trees so bold                    Blazing colors of red and gold

We will miss these great trees
That grace our green yard
But the Ash has a blight
So we’ve been told

They cut and removed
Many, many of these trees
And I’m thankful…
Everyday that ours I still see…

They are numbered by the city…
They say it’s just time
Before these beauties
Will be cut down and die

But this fall…
Once again…
From my window they show
What beauty, what majesty and color
They hold…