Being the continuing adventures of Leaf in “The Fall”
Leaf trembled in the icy blast,
Twisting wildly round,
The only leaf left on the tree,
The others, on the ground.
He’d lived though all four seasons,
But knew his time had come,
The wind would surely take him,
And compost he’d become.
Then howling wind leapt from the east,
And SNAP he felt it go,
Suddenly he’s floating,
Caught in wind and snow.
High he flies, the tiny leaf,
Spinning round and round
Swirling past a steeple,
And down across the ground.
Round and round the roundabout,
Then over a street light,
Like a crazy fairground ride,
That goes on through the night.
He swirled into a market square,
Then swooped beneath a gate
And stopped outside the smart back door
Of Church lane, number 8
“Look this one is perfect!”
Cried the giant looking down,
She picked him up, “this one is just,
The perfect shade of brown”.
So now, leaf shines there proudly,
In a front-door Christmas wreath,
All golden, and with glitter on,
And two big balls beneath.