The autumn leaves are falling
Yellow, Brown and Red
They patter softly like the rain
One landed on my head.
But when the sleep of winter comes
They settle down to rest
And Mother Nature tucks them in
As she thinks best.
That was the first poem my brother had to memorize in first grade and I helped him learn it. For some reason, I've always remembered it. My mother remembered it too and we would recite it together every fall. image source