The Golden Sun

I am a bloom of gold

Shining through the trees 

I help different colours form

On the leaves.   

I  am  the way

I  come shining on the leaves.

The leaves shine like gold.

I can twinkle all of the  leaves 

I can hear the rumble of the leaves falling on the ground.

As the new season comes along I see the leaves start to form.

I am making the green trees come back. I am the golden sun shining through the trees.