Leaving Home

[clawmute]

Multitudes of them leaving
leaving home, but not quite grieving
in different ways but the same
from every color, hue and region
leaving, leaving home in legions

ones and twos and threes and tens
not quite sure when it begins
no one tried to make them stay
though some were sad to see them go
they wouldn’t try to stop them though

for after all that time at home
twas good for them to go and roam
and twirl around and skew off there
while many others sailed and sailed
and mothers all just stood and wailed

so soon they all would come to rest
and make the forest floor a nest
a colored carpet laid each fall
by leafy children of the trees
landing there on bended knees

then wait beneath the winter snow
hidden there while sharp winds blow
for next years children coming down
coming twirling sailing down
a carpet laid still coming down