LEAVES FALLING

LEAVES FALLING

Leaves start falling in a forest

Slowly drifting to the ground

‘Til one by one

They all are done.

Branches part to an open sky

Where winds blow through

And days turn gray

While we wait for green again…

Have patience said the old man to the child

Winter is time to think and mend,

And time to plan for springtime.

Time to listen to the wind’s quiet whispers

And hope for green again…

When it comes we’ll thank the heavens

Plant our gardens and watch them grow,

Pick wildflowers and listen to the birds.

Take in the long daylight hours

Hear the rustle of leaves in the forest

And fill our eyes with green,

Until the leaves begin to fall again…