A golden leaf falls to the ground,
As she, the tree, now sheds a tear;
It tumbles down with ne\'er a sound.
A lifeless frond, crisp and browned
No longer green this time of year;
A golden leaf falls to the ground.
With tumult blowing all around
The leafy laden atmosphere,
It tumbles down with ne\'er a sound.
Then gently floating downward bound
Rustic, wrinkled, disheveled, sere;
A golden leaf falls to the ground.
Soon to rest. whereupon is drowned,
In a pool of foliage near;
It tumbles down with ne\'er a sound.
So Autumn chills will sweep profound
And frantic winds at last appear;
A golden leaf falls to the ground
It tumbles down with ne\'er a sound.
ASJ