Chasing leaves, like thoughts, I feel Autumn closing in on me. As I lie beneath the chestnut tree Blue skies appear between the leaves. As leaves drop, larger skies appear Like a huge blue duvet over me. The leaves become my comfy bed, A crumply pillow for my head. A place to keep my hopeful thoughts A place to sleep, my wishes caught. Caught amongst the rustle, rustle, A time to rest away from bustle. A place to think, a time to learn and A chance to wait for new life to return... I am a conker, rich and brown Fat and shiny, I snuggle down.