Falling Leaves

As the leaves are falling

they gently touch the ground,

through the canopy above me

the sun it can be found.

The crispness and the crackle

from underneath my feet,

alarming any creatures

in the forest I may meet.

The growth that came from springtime

has grown all summer long,

to shade me from the heat

in the forest that I long.

The falling leaves will settle

to protect the forest floor,

while nurturing the tree of life

for a season that’s once more.

The tree will grow much taller

and add another ring,

the birds cling to the branches

another summer they will sing.

When all the leaves have fallen

and the branches they are bare,

their beauty will be back in spring

with the blossoms they will share.