Autumn Leaves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn Leaves ... I were a leaf on a majestic tall tree,









And I had the choice, of which I could be,





And I had the choice, of which I could be,





When the cool autumn winds turned warm nights cold.

 

I’d be a maple to turn orange yellow gold.








 I’d want to be high as high could be,

So all of the world would be open to me.

 

 

 

I’d sway with the wind spring.

 

 

Summer and fall up in the maple so big and so tall.

 

 A beautiful frost would come paint me with care.

 

 

All leaves would turn color, as  God  would have done.

 

When winds came to call.

 

 

 

 

 

 


To give the world beauty for short days to come.

 

Then if I could choose on which day I would fall I pick late .




 

As sun through the leaves flowed golden as honey.

 

 

 

 

 

 I’d pick the sweet moment, when the wind was just right.

 

 

 

To let go of my limb and float ice and light.
 

 

  

 

Drifting ever so calmly from the place of my birth,

 

 

 

 

Then gently lie down to my rest here on ... earth.