PDubuque

When the small breeze blew, leaves were shaken down.
Red, yellow, orange, to the ground they fell,
Sparkling in sunlight before turning brown.

There were many trees seen throughout the town.

Open your eyes and see what is good, 
what people have done just because they could.
In a time of chaos and sickness and fear, 
there are some that remind us they are always here.