Gently floating in the autumn breeze,
Blowing silently through the trees,
Dancing carelessly too and fro,
Seductively,enchantingly, what a tease.
Wandering earth, far below,
From were once I used to grow,
Mother, Creator, Earth's the one,
How I got here I do not know.
All my energy from the sun,
My life journey has just begun,
Sometime golden, sometimes green,
I am not the only son.
Rarely heard yet always seen,
I need to get used to this routine,
For I am the one that makes this scene,
Sometimes golden,sometimes green.