Thursday, November 5, 2009

Dance of the Falling Leaves

They danced to the
wind's loud song.

They whirled, and they floated,
and scampered.
They circled and flew along.

The moon saw
the little leaves dancing.

Each looked like
a small brown
The man in the moon
smiled and liste
And this is the song he heard.

The North Wind is calling, is calling,
And we must whirl round and round,
And then, when our dancing is ended,
We'll make a warm quilt for the ground.

- Author Unknown

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