|As the leaves turn bright orange and red|
They begin to fall to the forest floor, dead
Soon to be covered with a layer of snow
Giving the forests a wondrous glow
Creatures underground and in the trees above
Do they know the meaning of love?
As they nest for a hard winter's due
Are they certain spring will renew
Or do they wonder what fate tomorrow will hold
As they wait patiently throughout the cold
Then when the earth returns to life in the spring
Is it about the love of life that the birds do sing?