"Changing Colors"
Beautiful leaves of emerald green.
Through the spring and summer I have seen.
Yet as the autumn winds begin to blow.
Comes the flight of the leaf painter,
from where I don't know.
Like a touch of magic, the colors appear.
As the wind plays a dance for everyone to hear.
With a touch of their wand,
they bring a new look.
To the mountains, the meadows,
and down by the brook.
Colors of Yellow, Brown, Orange and Red,
The beauty of Autumn spins in my head.
Laid awake I have, so late at night,
To watch the painters in their flight.
Fast asleep I have fallen without the chance.
To watch the painters perform their dance.
As it all goes away when the snow starts to fall.
Fond memories of Autumn I will always recall.
The End
Bill Carrington ©1999
Published by Progressive KIDS
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