"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all.
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweetest little song they knew.
~ G Cooper
A beautiful day here! We are learning this funny little poem, and the sweetlings are playing with the leaves as they dance in the wind. Beautiful ♥