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 rustle and 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 Chinar Gold

The warm colors of the valley before it gets too cold

The warm colours of the valley, the Chinar Gold!!!!!