The October Wind

The October wind tugged at the trees
Trying to pull their leaves from them.
The trees only laughed.

Our limbs are strong, our leaves are green
It will take more than a breeze to
Take our children from us.

The wind replied
Autumn is coming soon enough
And in the days when your leaves
Are in all their glory
Crimson, gold, yellow, and purple
Then I will pluck them from your limbs
With ease.
And lay them at your feet.

And the trees were silent