As the autumn leaves tumble down from the trees
Fading, falling in designs to be
Bearing the colors and patterns and beauty
Of the changing world all around me
These leaves they flow and flutter all around
Falling and gracing the cold hard ground
Making and breaking patterns of its course
All to re-create the sight that had once been
Looking down from the sky
Or the upward view from below
One way or the other
The world has endless angles to show

