Dancing Leaves

Leaves are dancing through the air.
Dancing here and dancing there.
They drift down to the earth,
To silently sleep in a dusty berth.

Their change was slow at first,
A natural part in the Creation that sin cursed.
First through the green, yellow came
Then it made a scarlet flame.

The trees are now a brilliant parade of gold
Like the Kings and Queens of old.
The clouds race through a sea of blue,
Sending all that gold swirling down to you.

Soon the winter will be here,
Turning the leaves brown with cold and fear.
The lanes no longer will be filled with visions of red,
And that one lone tear we’ll all have to shed.

Winter has started in on full blast,
And we’re sad the leaves will no longer last,
But we’ll always remember
The falling leaves of gold September.

The leaves will grow back.
They will return with no lack,
And then again the green will turn to brown,
To once again come dancing down.