autumn memory

it's fall

it's fall

it's beautiful fall

the trees are letting go

getting ready to sleep away

the long winter's nights

we play

we play

in the leaves we play

while there still is time

and the ground is soft

and not yet cold

we jump into the leaves that fell

a nest

a bed

for our dear head

we love the way

these leaves will fall

they'll dry

and crumple

get trampled

or blown

to make the earth

for new life to begin

in spring