Form: Enclosed Tercet
You wander lonely in the soft breeze
Pretty red leaves and yellow leaves
Leaving bare the lofty trees.
Floating gently through the air;
Falling noiselessly on the ground
Pale sun peeps from everywhere.
Scurry and scamper and run leaves run!
The wind is chasing you with all his might
He laughs at you in the autumn sun.
When you eventually tire of flaunting around
Howling old wind will drop you underfoot
Rapid moving feet will crush you to the ground.
Tenderly someone may pick up thee
Tuck you within the leaves of a book
To send to a beloved sometime, maybe!
Gliding gracefully you fall on earth
Clothing her bare skin in many hues
Year after year taking leave of your hearth.
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