As I ride over the trees,
I know a leaves life.
I feel the fresh air
And see down below.

I know a leaves life
As I pass a friend.
I see down below
The view of another rider.

As I pass a friend,
I notice the color.
The view of another rider,
It’s interesting to observe.

I notice the color,
All of the beautiful leaves.
It’s interesting to observe
How they blow around.

All the beautiful leaves,
They grow, change, and fall.
How they blow around me,
Changing from fallen to hanging.

They grow change and fall,
It’s the life I observe,
Changing from fallen to hanging,
I know they are there.

It’s the life I observe,
As I feel the fresh air.
I know they are there,
As I ride over the trees.