If Leaves Were Meant For Lickin

On all the coloured trees of Fall flick coloured leaves of past's recall. Below the pressured cool blue skies to light the Heaven's heart and eyes. Where warm winds rise above the Earth to bloom above in carried birth. Between the rays of heated light the sun protects both day and night. That smaller leaves should form their buds unfolded from their birth. In time to spread their worn out lives and fall back down to Earth. And Dew Worms rush to make them mulch. in flavors for the pickin. Where Autumn's waste comes crawler's taste if leaves were meant for lickin.