Soft autumn leaves sway to the ground, 

staining the land orange and brown,

piles of leaves bunch together,

floating through the wind like a soft feather,

it is unknown where they may fall,

but we know that it is far,

bunches of leaves no longer together,

but crumpled on the ground so far from home,

soft autumn leaves now come to pass,

now part of the ground,

becoming landmass.