Sunday, December 1, 2019

Beneath the Trees Without a Care

Leaves 
by Elsie N. Brady
How silently the tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
 to sleep, their work well done,
Colours gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to the earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

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