Autumn leaves are spinning round falling to the ground, nestling in a cozy bunch, covering up the dirt. Oh hear them crunch as they fall underneath my shoes. Autumn leaves are twirling 'bout, twisting through the air. Swirl here and flip there. Autumn leaves are turnning brown, soon the snow will come. But I will remember those spinning leaves, danceing between my feet.When autumn leaves are spinning round falling to the ground.
Autumn leaves are spinning round.
November 11, 2009