Autumn Leaves

They change their hues at fall's behest, then drop from trees and come to rest upon the ground in mulchy nest. There's still a test. There's still a test. Once more, they'll have the chance to play, before it is their final day. The wind comes up, blows them away and they feel gay! and they feel gay! Mighty breezes send them whirling, upon the wind are gaily twirling. Finished with their playful swirling, they are curling, they are curling. 9/2/16