I am nature’s strictest teacher, my class includes every creature. You learn from me the dos and don’ts, those who dare disobey shall cry and moan. As you grow up and wiser, you see less of me. Yet when you grow old , I shall return for you. I can exist in many forms, as a poet might say, Yet the ones who’ve seen me with their heart, Are the ones who’ve truly loved.

It cleans up the mess that falls in the fall, The coat of a tree, it will gather them all.

This is my time of the year. Gotta throw away everything I have and live naked in the woods.

This fruit sounds like it comes in twos.

I wear a velvet robe of deepest violet hue, I hide a stony heart that cannot bleed for you. Soft to the touch and sweet upon the tongue, I hang in quiet shade where leafy branch is hung.