Leaves
I see leaves fly through the sky.
It makes me so happy that I cry.
A leaf fell on my nose and soon
I picked a rose
But I feel the leaves telling me
To focus on them.
But I say, “No!”
And soon gnomes come out
And tell me to focus on the leaves,
But I say, “No!”
And soon my mother and my father
Tell me to focus on the leaves.
There are green, red, orange,
Yellow, gold, and brown.
I start to notice that I’m finally
Starting to focus
On the leaves.