Golden Leaves

 
Golden leaves now leave their trees, falling with the rain

Parting softly   from each branch; one day will grow again
The promise of a bountiful spring - for now - shall have to keep
The time has come for Barleycorn to rest his head and sleep

 

Golden leaves now leave their trees, scattering with the wind 
Breezing along the Crinan banks as autumn's time begins
The din  of people passing through, now quieting  by the day
The rays of a setting summer sun slowly  start to fade away

 

Golden leaves now leave their trees, acquainting with the morn
Passing through a new day's light that brings a new day's dawn
The amber or deep golden-browns fall down, from way up high
The perfect  picturesque setting  would catch the artist's eye

 

Golden leaves now leave their  trees, dancing with the day
Fluttering to their mother's heartbeat, such is nature's way
The seasons are ever-changing; with the waning of the light
We'll bid farewell to seasons past  and welcome in the night