(I just don’t know that this marks the way to Ivy. Maybe this is some other project altogether, must make a note in my journal…)
wonderful leaves turning gold, turning brown
wonderful leaves are falling down
we live in the leaves
and hear the roots singing
we’re shaking like bees
we set the leaves tumbling
wonderful leaves spinning round spinning round
will we leave them on the ground
the roots in my heart
but the year gets long
let me show lost ages
delicate and crumbling pages
wonderful leaves turning gold, turning brown
wonderful leaves are falling down
sometimes its spring sometimes its fall
beautful fall
ill get the leaves and keep them all
wonderful leaves turning gold, turning brown
wonderful leaves are falling down
wonderful leaves spinning round spinning round
will we leave them on the ground
(Sort of hopeful and sad at the same time?)