autumn winds are sighing
stealing through the forest brown
as they softly pass the tree trunks
little leaves come falling down
but a stronger gale is blowing
then the leaves themselves
rise and dance about the forest
just like little elves
faster, faster see them whirling
till the gale has passed
one by one the tired leaflets
sink to rest at last
did you write that, mama?! so beautiful!
ReplyDeletehannah - oh i wish. :) it came from the waldorf wynstones press book, 'autumn'.
ReplyDeletethis is my favorite part...
ReplyDeletethe leaves themselves
rise and dance about the forest
just like little elves...
thank you shelley, and i also want to thank you for these last 2 posts giving me an idea for my blog today
♥birdie
That is so sweet! :0) Thanks for sharing, I adore it!
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