The leaves on the trees
Are fluttering in the breeze.
But some of them are falling down.
Slowly floating through the air and then reach the ground.
There they lay through the cold winter hours
As a cover for the grass and roots of flowers.
In early autumn the leaves start falling
And it seems such a simple thing.
But they know that nature is calling
And what the winter months bring.
The winter month are coming soon
The falling leaves let us know.
We look at the beautiful harvest moon
And think of the cold winter snow.
Falling leaves, falling leaves,
How bare are the trees
But we know that in the spring
POEM BY LUCY DEE (WRIGHT) LAPRARIE BASS