They grow.
Some on trees so tall
Some on bushes,  
So very small.

They fall.
Such a long way to the ground
Fluttering and floating all the way down.

They all die.
Such a pity how a beauty growing up high
Lives such a short life only to die.

They're remembered.*
When you think back to the beautiful summer,
You remember the colors covering the trees
Just think how dull the forest would be
Without all those *Leaves