It’s become that time of year again
When all the trees loose their leaves

The rich autumn colors slowly begin to fill the sky
Red, yellow, brown, orange leaves

Soon they will rushing fall to the earth
As the wind take the leaves

The piles they build quickly
So the people will try to control the leaves

These people don’t like the chaos that is being created
They don’t believe green grass should be covered by leaves

So they work aimlessly year after year
Trying to control the wild leaves

Though it will only happen again next fall
When the trees try to let the earth take back the leaves