Leaves

Leaves, Leaves, Leaves,

Upon leafy trees,

In Autumn they blow down,

Drifting beautifully round,

Dancing like merry fey,

They float and drift away,

The leaves scatter,

What do they matter,

All the same in the end.

Leaves on trees. poetry poet poem writer author

Leaves on trees.

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