The leaves falling from a tree
recite much love for the ground.
Yellow and wilted as they are,
with melody so profound.

The rustling leaves
Set notes for the day
They mourn the death of beauty,
the demise of the spring.

While a wise harp in a distance
plays songs of harmony.
Spring soon shall come,
it declares gleefully .

Scared, the falling leaves,
Smile through thick and thin,
They land on the ground beneath.
In much adulation for the tree,
they long for another spring.