Is it not autumn yet in your neighbourhood?

Few meters away from one another; at least a meter apart from one another

Stood an oak and a pine

And I was there in the mid of meters apart distance between them

And I heard them

Their conversation

“Is it not autumn yet in your neighbourhood?” enquires the golden yellow oak

“Autumn? I don’t quite get this ?” puzzled it seemed the lush green pine

“Yes Autumn the season of fruitfulness as John Keats may say” said the oak

“Ahh” says the pine “is it autumn in your neighbourhood?”

“Yes it is, look at my green leaves that turned to golden yellow colour” says the oak

“Ahh, I see. My needles have not changed colour since the beginning. May be autumn isn’t visiting our neighbourhood” the pine sounded sadly upset

“What is the fruitfulness of your autumn if John Keats may ask?” Asked the pine

The oak replied, “We start as an acorn, then shoot, seedling and an adult. When in autumn, we shed leaves and fruits to produce few more oaks like us. It is our start to new lives”

“That is lovely. I wish autumn visits us too” the pine sounded sadder than upset

“hmmm… but… but… we do the same except our leaves doesn’t shed and change colour as yours do. Does it mean autumn visited us?”

“May be it did. But if it doesn’t, when you see me yellowing know it is autumn in our neighbourhood. Goodbye until next season” said the oak

And here I am smiling at their conversation

Thinking the pine may ponder on the question “is it not autumn yet in your neighbourhood?”

Or the oak wondering if it is not yet autumn with pine

P.S: Random imaginary wandering thoughts

P:C: Google