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?

    Providing energy.


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?  

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