Meadow Leaves

The leaves rustle as they fall from the tree, 

A new memory is made with each one that leaves,

As the flowers bloom a baby is born,

If you listen carefully you will hear them all.

The wind howls slowly,

The trees start to shake,

Something is comming,

I hope it's not a mistake.

The Bushes are rushing,

They start to shake,

Oh, it's just a bunny finding a spot to stay.