FALLING LEAVES...................

A CREATION OF A THOUSAND FORESTS IS IN ONE ACORN.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

THE LEAVES HAD A WONDERFUL FROLIC,

THEY DANCED TO THE WINDS LOUD SONG,
THEY WHIRLED, AND THEY FLOATED AND SCAMPERED,
THEY CIRCLED AND FLEW ALONG,
THE MOON SAW THE LITTLE LEAVES DANCING,
EACH LOOKED LIKE A SMALL BROWN BIRD,
THE MAN IN THE MOON SMILED AND LISTENED,
AND THIS IS THE SONG HE HEARD,
THE NORTH WIND IS CALLING, IS CALLING,
AND WE MUST WHIRL ROUND AND ROUND,
AND THEN, WHEN OUR DANCING IS ENDED,
WE'LL MAKE A WARM QUILT FOR THE GROUND'

EVERY LEAF SPEAKS BLISS TO ME, FLUTTERING FROM THE AUTUMN TREE. Emily BronteCOME LITTLE LEAVES.............................

"COME LITTLE LEAVES", SAID THE WIND ONE DAY,

COME OVER THE MEADOW WITH ME, AND PLAY,

PUT ON YOUR DRESSES OF RED AND GOLD,

SUMMER IS GONE, AND THE DAYS GROW COLD.

"THE LEAVES FALL, THE WIND BLOWS, AND THE FARM COUNTRY SLOWLY CHANGES FROM THE SUMMER COTTONS INTO THE WINTER WOOLS".

THE LEAVES ARE GREEN,

THE NUTS ARE BROWN,

THEY HANG SO HIGH,

THEY WON'T COME DOWN,

LEAVE THEM ALONE TILL THE FROSTY WEATHER,

THEN THEY WILL ALL COME DOWN, TOGETHER.

THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.............RIZZI