In the gusts of wind,all children dance

In the gusts of wind  small children dance
The leaves, though  brown,seem lively as they’re  blown
These ancient leaves seem merry as they prance.

Falling down  and bouncing , happy chance
It is an act more dangerous to the old
In the gusts of wind  our children dance

With  such leaves, a cat may find  romance
They tickle him in places far too bold
The long  dead leaves seem merry as they prance.

This cat and I  now share  sardonic glance.
His eyes are golden with a hint of cold
In the gusts of wind , all children dance

Though we don”t worship God, what is the chance
That love itself   descended from  that throne?
The lusty leaves seem merry as they mince

Here I stand ,by sadness  overthrown
Till some human calls to  take me  home
Yet in this  gale, the children can’t but dance
Dynamic leaves  show  passion and entrance