leaves

Leaves are falling to the ground,

One by one they swirl round.

 Two by two they cover my shoes.

Three by three they fall from the trees. 

 Four by four they blow though the door.

Five by five they try to hide.

Six by six all the colors are beginning to mix.

Seven by seven some blow toward heaven.

Eight by eight they blow against the gate.

Nine by nine I will rake the ones that are mine.

Ten by ten the leaves are falling down again.