Little Leaves Fall Softly Down
Red And Yellow, Orange And Brown
Whirling, Twirling Round And Round
Falling Softly To The Ground

Little Leaves Fall Softly Down
To Make A Carpet On The Ground.
Then, Swish, The Wind Comes Whistling By
And Sends Them Dancing To The Ground.

Photo: Idrees Abbas
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