Autumn Leaves

The autumn leaves are falling, from their tree tops so high. They fall upon the ground, and there they lay and die. And as you walk upon them, they crunch under your feet. To the ears the sound they make is really very neat. As I trudged the leafy path, on a clear autumn day, my mind goes back to childhood, when in the leaves I'd play. We built them into big piles, as high as they could go, and then we'd stomp upon them, to hear them crackle so. No there is nothing dearer, to my mind and heart, than watching the autumn leaves, as downward they whirl and dart.