With the autumn winds I sway
As the sun shines down upon me.
A cloudless sky of grey
Above and all around me.
And the towering trees
Shedding all their golden leaves.
I have four leaves, a stem, I’m green.
I’m round and small
And not so clean,
But I do stand tall
Next to waving flowers
Like swaying towers.
I’m unique, I’m luck, I’m rare.
I have four while friends have three,
You seek this leaf I wish to spare,
And as you try to see,
I make no sound,
Trying not to be found.