Fall Art

Leaves 

by Elise and Brady 

How silently they tumbled down 

and come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare 

Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,

Colours gleaming in the sun.

At other times they widely fly 

Until they nearly reach the sky.

Twisting, turning through the air 

Till all the trees stand stark and bare.

Exhausted, drop to the earth below 

To wait, like children, for the snow.