Falling Leaves

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.

Brendon Wang is a fourth-grader at Medina Elementary School. This is his first time appearing in the Review.