As leaves
Swirl and
Dance in
Brisk fall
Winds one
Lands upon
My shoulder
And in
Its dying
Colors I
See the
Spring and
Summer veins
Of sunshine
And rain
And now
Its end
As leaves
Swirl and
Dance in
Brisk fall
Winds one
Lands upon
My shoulder
And in
Its dying
Colors I
See the
Spring and
Summer veins
Of sunshine
And rain
And now
Its end