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Autumn cascades golden hues
     From high up in the trees.
They twist and turn in fast swing dance
     Upon the eastern breeze.

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Reluctantly they clothe the path
     And lay just where they're put,
Until, unnoticed, they are crushed
     Beneath a human foot.

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Their lives on earth were shortly lived
     High in their mother tree,
And do you know why they were there?
      Providing energy.

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They've captured sunshine for the tree,
     And rain as it came down,
And high above our human heads
     They've made a verdant crown.

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The tree has now absorbed these things
     And no longer needs its leaves,
And autumn winds steal up on them
      And snatch them, just like thieves.

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'Goodbye, goodbye,' the bright leaves call.
      'Our work on earth is done,'
Whilst children play, with little thought,
      Out in the autumn sun.

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