The Perfect Autumn Tree

The Perfect Tree
 
In a field of lush wold grass,
underneath a diamond sky,
the Perfect Tree grows;
its umbrella of finely shaped branches
curve down and over the meadow
and its cloak of amber jewels
glints in the sun, like lost treasure
discovered in the blink of an eye;
a momentary lush hoard of wonder,
and then, with one storm,
one blow of wild wind,
the vision vanishes.