Bright coloured leaves fall to the ground,
And I look up as the rain clouds roll in.
I smile as I look around
At the colourful streets and sidewalks I walk.
In the evening, when I walk there's no din
To be heard.
Instead in a quiet voice I talk,
And the trees hear every word.
I see the sunset as it disappears from view
By a hill that rests by the wood.