Peachy skies  
And citrus lights  
Paint the town pastel orange,  
The autumn leaves remain unchanged  
Welcoming the sweet-colored sunlight.  
The leaves of the evergreens  
Reflect back their friends' favorite hues,  
Dressing up like them  
To show them all their beauty.  
Citrus skies begin to fade  
As the sun drinks the sky one last time,  
And draws its rays from the clouds,  
Leaving only traces  
As it crawls back down the mountain.  
The evergreens return to green  
As their friends remain the same;  
Perhaps tomorrow they will play  
Their dress-up game again.