The leaves are falling,
the leaves are falling,
on the deck and the dirt,
the leaves can be seen wherever you are,
the leaves glow a bright yellow,
the leaves are falling,
the leaves are falling
The leaves look like they are flying,
to faraway places,
with fire in its heart
the leaves blow up into a flame,
the wind blows so fast,
that the leaves all change route
and goes to the acquaintance’s house.
the leaves are falling,
on the deck and the dirt,
the leaves can be seen wherever you are,
the leaves glow a bright yellow,
the leaves are falling,
the leaves are falling
The leaves look like they are flying,
to faraway places,
with fire in its heart
the leaves blow up into a flame,
the wind blows so fast,
that the leaves all change route
and goes to the acquaintance’s house.
Brendon Wang is a fourth-grader at Medina Elementary School. This is his first time appearing in the Review.