What? I always wondered was the purpose for leaves to fall Didn't have an inkling they were there for one and all If swept into a pile to create a mound or hump You could take a running start and land softly from a jump Seems everything has a purpose Nothings there for naught God creates the strangest things for you to use with thought Now when leaves come falling Colorful in the sun Don't picture them as one big chore Just think - they're there for fun ©Mr. Doug Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Mail

"Swinging on a Star"
Performed by Margi Harrell