When leaves go brown and gold
Their tails no longer hold;
Then down they slip and glide,
A-swaying side to side,
Until they’ve wrapped and crowned
Their brothers on the ground.

And when the winds go fast
They skip along the blast,
Racing light and free,
And do not wait for me!

Then all bunch up against a wall
As I jump in and crunch them all!
Then quietly I with them lie
And look through empty trees to sky.

The sky is still and very blue;
It doesn’t have a thing to do.
It waits for someone, maybe me,
To climb beyond the topmost tree.