Falling Leaves

I revel in the falling leaves their fluttering flight to ground I listen to the falling leaves hear their pitter-patter sound. Oh see, the ruby red, the pale gold, the omnipresent sable brown. Look, see the shivering birch let loose... add their colors all around. What glory's found, as form takes flight each transformed, re-formed, astounds, May we detach with such serene grace when our earthly life's unbound. Oh, listen to the falling leaves see them rest, upon the breast of ground.