what I seek so madly high and low
Is nothing but the Chinar Gold
The orange and the yellow and the rust of the leaves
Touched by the sun’s slanting rays
Filtering through the foliage, reverberating with ease
A golden haze in the autumn days
I seek this gold, so green, so mellow
The trees a-blaze in a kind of haze
The late sun, turning green into yellow
Spring into autumn in mysterious ways.
The leaves of the Chinar beckon and call
They rustleand whisper and announce the Fall……..
I watch and wait, and know I will find
The idea that has long lingered in my mind
The gold, the gold, the ChinarGold
The warm colors of the valley before it gets too cold
The warm colours of the valley, the Chinar Gold!!!!!
