Falling Leaves

Falling leaves Bright reds and greens these fallen leaves When the sweetness of summer dies, And overhead did flicker in mystery Ever brightly the falling leaves I’ll rest my eyes when the wind is calm And children retain there smiles, When the only thing that mankind sees Are visions of late fallen leaves A breeze did rustle the brightened plains Here in the freshness of autumn, But still remains our summer gone In the softness of late fallen leaves By m.n. marklnorton@shaw.ca