When Leaves Turn Red
When leaves turn red, we call them dead
But they are just reposing
I think they hate it when we say
That they are decomposing
They stay around on Fall's damp ground
Until the first snows fly
They share their crunching, crackly noise
Before they say good bye
And every leaf knows every other
And from what tree it bloomed
Their time is short and they don't know
When they will meet their doom
Some years they fall with sudden speed
Some years they hang on longer
But leaves are smart, they always know
That spring will make them stronger
The word goes out, the sun is high
And all the leaves re-bloom
The trees and all the earthly plants
Will sing a different tune
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