When the Leaves Fall

WHEN the leaves fall off the trees

Everybody walks on them :

Once they had a time of ease

High above, and every breeze

Used to stay and talk to them.

Then they were so debonair

As they fluttered up and down ;

Dancing in the sunny air,

Dancing without knowing there

Was a gutter in the town.

Now they have no place at all !

All the home that they can find

Is a gutter by a wall,

And the wind that waits their fall

Is an apache of a wind.