When I took a stroll
- novelsforyou
- Nov 7, 2015
- 1 min read
A sunny, glorious, autumn day. Leaves drop from the treetops. To my amazement I can hear them hit the ground, like a symphony of tapping. Hence this poem. (if you cannot see the entire poem, click on 'read more' and scroll to the bottom of the page.)
LISTEN TO THE LEAVES
When mist is gone, and dawn is here
Watch the treetops.
It's time of year when coloured leaves
fall like raindrops.
Watch them sail, drift and flutter,
Like flimsy feathers
Watch them glide through the air
In autumn weathers.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
Could make a noise.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could sound so snappy.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could have a voice.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could make me happy.
A puff of wind, a waft of breeze
And they're dancing.
A slight movement of the air
And they're prancing.
A staccato click, tip, tap
They clip the ground.
Stand quite still and cock your ear
You'll hear their sound.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
Could make a noise.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could sound so snappy.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could have a voice.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could make me happy.
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