The Wind and the Leaves

“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day;
“Come o’er the meadows with me, and play.

For summer is gone, and the days grow cold.”

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all.

Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.

Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went;
Winter had called them, and they were content;


