Leaves fall from the mother tree
To follow the wind, wherever it flows
And when the wind stops to rest
They sway and sway,
floating down to the welcoming ground.
As the leaves fall on down, they take in the view, what a wonderful sight, they think in their heads! Tons of trees with many good branches, waving their children on and off.
The leaves sway down to kiss the ground, Their mission is to color the ground, Red, Orange, Yellow, and Green, working together to make the word fall.