To hear the birds start singing <br />And the sweetness of their call, <br />Their gracefulness and beauty <br />Send a message to us all, <br />Floating through the darkness <br />As the sun begins to rise, <br />And carried on the wind amongst <br />The leaves of autumn skies. <br /> <br />The sound so reassuring <br />Like an old beloved friend, <br />The comfort that they give me <br />And the goodwill that they send, <br />As I waken from my slumber <br />Every note a treasured prize, <br />And carried on the wind amongst <br />The leaves of autumn skies. <br /> <br />The day is now beginning <br />And the air is full of song, <br />I listen to each melody <br />That seems to flow along, <br />They fill my heart with gladness <br />As the morning dew now dries, <br />And carried on the wind amongst <br />The leaves of autumn skies.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-leaves-of-autumn-skies/
