LEAVES

Falling
Yellow, brown, and orange
Barren are the trees from which they fell
Streets and yards are now flooded by the piles
Children laugh and play in the mounds of fading colors
They have forgotten the work they did to make those great fluffed piles
I think to myself
Have I forgotten again the work HE did
These brilliant colors, the beauty, the laughs, and fall
I remember my creator and the infinate love He has for me
All of this, as the yellow, brown, orange leaves have once again...
Fallen