Red, yellow, orange and brown
Gently on the breeze, falling down,
Covering the soft grass under the trees
A blanket of curled-up autumn leaves.
Crunch, crunch, they make a sound
Under my feet, walking around,
We'll come back, they seem to say
Tender and green, on a spring day.
Until then, here shall we lie
The heat of summer long gone by,
Waiting for the frost and snow
As winter casts a cold shadow.
On the grass, under the trees
A blanket of dry autumn leaves.