THE LEAF STORY

I want to fly up in the air! If I take two leaves in my hands and put two leaves on my feet And the wind blows Perhaps I’ll fly up in the air! Listen! Something stirs in the dried leaves, The tree bends, the tree bows, The wind sweeps through the brown leaves. The brown leaves crackle and rattle and dance, They rustle and murmur and pull at the bough, They shiver, they quiver till they pull themselves loose And are free. Up, up they fly! Little brown specks in the sky. They twist and they spin, They whirl and they twirl, They teeter, they turn somersaults in the air. Then for a moment the wind holds its breath. Down, down, down float the leaves, Still turning and twisting, Still twirling and whirling, The brown leaves float to the earth. Puff! goes the wind, Up they fly again With a little soft rustling laugh. Then down they float. Down, down, down. On the ground the leaves go as if walking or running. They go and then they stop. They scurry along, Still twisting and turning, Still twirling and whirling, They hurry along, With a soft little rustle They tumble, they roll and they roll.