Falling Leaves

Swept from their loft Carried high on the wind Sun kissed colors Cascading limb to limb. Dancing as if a violin heard Crazily twisting ,with each turn Back to earth where all began, Grains of sand, end to end. Filtered light through the trees Captures magic that it sees Gently blowing to and fro Sweeping leaves as it goes. Catch it hurry- in my mind Cradled softly for all time Nature's treasure sure to please By eyes of wonder, on bended knees.