Brown leaves , green leaves and yellow leaves
All sorts of leaves fall before my eyes .
A gentle breeze carries them gently up .
Up to the air and down to the earth again .
When this scene I behold
From my house's threshold .
It makes me smile at the wonder of it all.
To be like the leaves that fall .
To the grass
To the pavement
To the ponds
To the streams ,
In summer's time or fall .
A scene I watch as
I silently stand by my window sill .
A figure so pensive and still .