Oh! Those dancing leaves.

Those darling dancing leaves.

I watch them dangle high above, as they do their daredevil dance for me.

One by one they dangle, sway, dip, and dive.

I watch with delight as I wait down below with outstretched arms.

Today the dancing leaves are mine, those darling dancing leaves.

They are mine to hold and smell.

I watch as others come dancing down to me.

They twirl and spin to music softly playing on the wind.

I throw my arms up and twirl and sway along with them.

Together we waltz away the hours, we move as the wind’s music directs us.

In the end I am tired and like my dancing leaves I fall to the ground.

We lay there watching and waiting for more of our dancing friends to join