So beautiful, so pure
Not caring for a cure
I dance in the leaves 
of Fall's reprieve
I am colorless, but I am seen
For I give just a glossy sheen
In contrast to the hues of yellow, orange, and red
With golden orbs stuck in my beautiful head
I am hated for what I am
But never loved for what I can
Come at me hunter, for I show no fear
Lets dance our fatal dance as everything becomes so clear.