THE wind told the little leaves to hurry, <br />And chased them down the way, <br />While the mother tree laughed loud in glee, <br />For she thought her babes at play. <br />The cruel wind and the rain laughed loudly, <br />We'll bury them deep, they said, <br />And the old tree grieves, and the little leaves <br />Lie low, all chilled and dead.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chase-8/
