Leaves
In autumn when the trees are brown,
The little leaves come tumbling down,
They do not make the slightest sound,
But lie so quietly on the ground,
Until the wind comes puffing by,
And blows them off towards the sky.
By Author Unknown
In autumn when the trees are brown,
The little leaves come tumbling down,
They do not make the slightest sound,
But lie so quietly on the ground,
Until the wind comes puffing by,
And blows them off towards the sky.
By Author Unknown
