Autumn's Fall Poem by Airda Jones

Leaf, will you flutter down
And consume the growth of brown
Taunt the bird with your flutter
And condemn him to the gutter

Will your crumbs feed
The enrichment it will need
And become once again
What you were in the end

Will the world know where you've been
When you become dust in the wind
How will time tell your tale
If you become part of another bale

Leaf, will you flutter on
Down beneath and with your grave bond
To feel shallow, now below us all
After your great and mighty fall.