The View from the Sky

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