A yellow leaf fluttered into a brook
And floate far away;
Perhaps it reached the ocean.
Who can say?
A red leaf drifted into a hole
Where a chipmunk had his bed;
It made a ware and cozy nest,
The chipmunk said.
A brown leaf fell on a bright bonfire.
It burned with a lovely fiame.
Lts ashes nourished a violet
When spring came.