There's a chill in the air
Though the sun shines bright
Around me, trees are in colorful array
And I'm highly aware
Of the trees' autumn plight
As their leaves slowly get blown away
The fallen leaves, a scattered mess
On the lawn and on the street
A sore sight for the eye
I'll have to rake them I guess
in a pile, real neat
So many of them, but I'll try
These beautiful leaves
as they die out
their colors begin to fade
A colorless death, I grieve
and the trees go without
when their leaves fall, then fly away
Copyright ©2000 Edith Bael