Look at how the leaves turn,
Turn their cloaks of red,
Sacrifice their lofty views
To quilt the flowerbed.

Look at how the leaves turn,
Turn their cloaks of gold.
All dressed up,
No place to go,
They leave their boughs to brave
The cold.

Look at how the leaves turn,
Turn from life to death.
Yet they bring us beauty
As they fall to Winter’s breath.

Look at how the leaves turn,
Turn through Autumn’s shades.
Those burning oranges,
Those flames,
Light the way as their year
Fades.

Look at how the leaves turn,
Turn for you and me.
I swear I never saw a sight
More beautiful to see.

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