Autumn's Father

Falling and floating, dancing around,
A golden carpet that lines the ground.
Whisperings of an autumn breeze,
Before the winter’s stubborn freeze.
The joy beheld to see the sight,
Golden feathers, gentle, light.
The journey continued by the force,
Of nature softly keeping course.
Oh how I wish that I could play,
And reach the sun on autumn’s day,
But I know that it’s not meant to be,
I am not a leaf, I am their tree.