The wind began to blow
And shook the trees
Heads turned up in unison
Witnessing a season of change
The leaves were freed from their branches
Floating and swinging through the air
Painting the sky with golden colors
Dancing their way to the ground
The wind blew again
And the trees shook
Whispers in the wind:
"It's good luck to catch a leaf!"
Searching and turning
Arms opening wide
Hands held high
Watching the leaves dance in the sky
They swirled, turned and swept me
Off my feet
Dodging and scooping
The magic in the moment
