Dear leaves

The time is near,

Dear little leaves don’t you fear.

You’ve put on a great show,

So it’s sad to see you go.

Dear, the time is near,

Can’t imagine you no longer appear.

Sinuously falling through the air,

trees will stand bark and bare.

Your happiness is hard to miss,

I won’t ever forget this.

Dear little leaves, the time is here,

I’ll see you again next year.