Evening breezes softly sing by the ear.
Leaves dance about like marionettes.
Frolicking to their individual tune they go.
Ending after the frost begins at the soft song of the first snow.
The flakes gracefully flip and twirl through the open air.
Laying with their brethren upon the still leaves,
They rest until they awaken from a warm, glistening sun.
And again, flowers begin to blow kisses to the sky.