by George Cooper

“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day.
“Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold
Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

“Cricket, good-bye, we’ve been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you’re sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.
“Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we’ve watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?”

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

All photos from our trip to the Garden of the Morning Calm, South Korea. I adore this beautiful poem, such gorgeous prose.

To all those in the Southern hemisphere, enjoy your spring weather! I am coming back to NZ in 2 weeks… 
Do you have any Spring photos to share?

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