A Windfall
The wind has come and blown the leaves, The boughs sway down with glee; In autumn’s rich and laden heart, A happy sight to see.
The fallen fruit is good and ripe, The vines stretch out their hands; To gather all the golden gifts That nature’s bounty lands.
In every gust upon the way, There’s sweet and secret song; For in the gentle wind’s caress, Each heart shall beat along.
- Mary Gilmore