I Hear The Autumn Leaves Poem by Hannah Smith

</>I hear the autumn leaves falling down,
Red, orange, green, and brown.
Slowing drifting in the air,
Softly landing in her hair.
All the leaves pass her by,
As she watches; mesmerized.
Never weep, have no sorrow,
Just pretend there's no tomorrow.
I hear the leaf falling down,
Floating towards a head of brown,
She grabs it with her fragile hand,
Just before it begins to land.
I hear the leaves crunching in the ground,
As she sits by the tree, almost bound.
The moon is gleaming in the sky,
As he stops and whispers goodbye.
The leaves begin to fall once more,
As she shivers to her core.
One after another, the days go by,
She isn't there to watch the leaves crisp and dry.
But the leaves are still tumbling down,
even though there is no head of brown.
You can weep, have much sorrow,
Just remember, there is tomorrow.