Where All Roads Lead
The roads were busy today
With millions of leaves going away.
They had set off early to avoid the rush
Hoping to miss the crowds and the crush.
Some hitched a ride on the side of the car
Some stuck to the windscreen, much safer by far.
All of them dancing along on the breeze
Sucked up by the lorries passing under the trees.
The frenzy was manic as they raced down the street
Bouncing and flying on hidden wee feet.
Where were they going this bright autumn day?
What was the rush that drove them away?
The night before had been very clear
And being November, it was the time of year
When just before dawn Jack Frost came down
And turned the leaves from gold to brown.
This was the sign they had waited for
They knew that soon, the wind would roar
Rain and hail and eventually snow,
Would cover them up making it too late to go.
So down they came all of a flutter
Before they got wet and stuck like butter
The roads were dry and they picked up speed
Racing on together, to where all roads lead.