The leaves are falling fast, Every tree must shed them all, Forming a carpet so beautiful, Listen! The winds of Autumn call. Some long since in budding time have fallen Still so tender, small and green. Others in the Summer faded, These maturity have seen. Yes, lives are like leaves in falling -- Some must go in childhood's day; While others in the bloom of Summer, Some 'til golden old age stay. God does surely call us, As the season's Autumn's call. |