Words on Wednesday

Come Little Leaves

"Come, little leaves," 

Said the wind one day,

"Come over the meadows 

With me, and play;

Put on your dresses 

Of red and gold;

Summer is gone, 

And the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves 

Heard the wind's loud call,

Down they came fluttering, 

One and all;

Over the meadows 

They danced and flew,

Singing the soft

Little songs they knew.

Dancing and flying 

The little leaves went;

Winter had called them 

And they were content-

Soon fast asleep 

In their earthy beds,

The snow laid a soft mantle

Over their heads.