Autumn cascades golden hues
From high up in the trees.
They twist and turn in fast swing dance
Upon the eastern breeze.
Reluctantly they clothe the path
And lay just where they're put,
Until, unnoticed, they are crushed
Beneath a human foot.
Their lives on earth were shortly lived
High in their mother tree,
And do you know why they were there?
They've captured sunshine for the tree,
And rain as it came down,
And high above our human heads
They've made a verdant crown.
The tree has now absorbed these things
And no longer needs its leaves,
And autumn winds steal up on them
And snatch them, just like thieves.
'Goodbye, goodbye,' the bright leaves call.
"Our work on earth is done,"
Whilst children play, with little thought,
Out in the autumn sun.
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Did you know why trees have leaves? Did you notice PERSONIFICATION in this poem? I say the leaves are 'dancing'. Human beings DANCE, don't they? Also, do leaves really speak? Then who does? What about metaphors. Where have I used them? What is a verdant crown?