Falling Leaves

There are leaves falling
From the skies top
Swinging about in a dance
Rowing silently up and down
When the orange sun sets
And the sad squirrels sat
On tree branches looking at
The strange hues painted
Across the skies horizon
Also the little ants watch
Though a sign had come
It was time to hurry up
To go home for night is on its way
Quietly, slowly eaten up the day
The happy leaves drop
When the tree had written its story
And silently passes her message
For all who care to read

Oiroegbu Halls