I Wandered Lonely As A Leaf

The wind flew me high up in the air
I could see clouds all white and fair.

I was a tiny leaf that took the fall
Autumn had made me brown and small.

I missed being on that great oak
I think I was on that branch that broke.

Then I fell into a gurgling brook
Got caught in a little nook.

There used to be spring in my leafy step
Summer’s ardour is now at a low ebb.

I am no longer a leaf that is green and spry
I miss gazing at the great turquoise sky.

Dear people, know that leaves are the many reasons
For all of these happening seasons.