The Fall of the Leaf
The leaves drift slowly to the ground, A multitude of gold and brown;
In autumn’s dance, they whirl around, And settle softly, soft as down.
I ponder with each falling leaf, Life’s transient beauty and its grief.
- Philip Freneau
The Fall of the Leaf
The leaves drift slowly to the ground, A multitude of gold and brown;
In autumn’s dance, they whirl around, And settle softly, soft as down.
I ponder with each falling leaf, Life’s transient beauty and its grief.