I want to be an autumn leaf, to dress in brilliant red
Go whirling, twirling on the wind, then drift down to my bed

I want to be a mini acorn, blush green then ripen brown
To be cozy ‘neath my pointed hat, as I snuggle into the ground

I want to be an apple sweet, all rosy spotted gold
To hold on tight to the topmost branch and watch the world grow old

I want to be a field of corn, full of tassels that whisper and sigh
To have pleasingly straight and ordered rows, with mysterious music inside

I want to be a tree aflame, to spread gold arms with pride
Be breathtaking for a few brief days then scatter my treasure wide