The leaves have changed and I am caught,
within the wonder.
I hear the roll of,
that distant thunder.
I watch to see,
where from it travels,
Oh! Watch awhile as it unravels.
The storm it blows,
with such great power.
It scatters the leaves,
as though,
they were powder.
And I am lost,
in seeing magic.
Lost in dreams,
both gay and tragic.
I'm blown about,
just like the leaves.
Which fall in hundreds,
from the trees.