I saw a rainbow of colors

Fly down my concrete street:

Red, orange, and yellow,

And gold that can’t be beat.

No one can paint a picture

That looks half as sweet.

I wish that I could take it,

All this glory that I see,

And paste it forever 

In the halls of memory.

Yet every single Autumn,

God paints the leaves for me.

Yu/stan/kema.