Leaves pretty on trees
Sway softly in the breeze
Millions and billions hanging
Waiting for their time to fall
A brilliancy of colors
As they fall
Becoming crumpled
Trampled on-
Some blow away
While others
Get raked and disposed of
Others cling and stick around
Leaves fall
Trees stand bare
In time trees sprout new leaves
And go through the same process again
What are those things falling
Leaves