Autumn Leaves The leaves, they flutter down, Golden notes in a symphony, Each one a whisper of change, Dancing to the ground — A tapestry of seasons, Wraps the world in warmth, As nature gently turns her page, To a softer hue of rest.
- R E D Evans
Autumn Leaves The leaves, they flutter down, Golden notes in a symphony, Each one a whisper of change, Dancing to the ground — A tapestry of seasons, Wraps the world in warmth, As nature gently turns her page, To a softer hue of rest.