The trees are painting pictures In colors we can’t name, And every autumn morning Feels like magic just the same. Little footsteps down the sidewalk, Crunching leaves beneath our shoes, She’s searching for the perfect one, In a thousand different hues. A little gold, a little crimson, Burnt orange in the sun, She holds a maple like a treasure, Says, “Mama, look! I found one!” And I smile because I know What she hasn’t learned just yet, The smallest things we gather Are the things we won’t forget. Amber skies and copper trees, A thousand colors on the breeze, She takes my hand, we wander through A world of red and gold and blue. We’re making bouquets of autumn, With ruby red and golden leaves, A little bit of sunshine Caught between the changing trees. Scarlet hearts and amber wishes, Every color has a story, We’re gathering up the moments In all their autumn glory. And when the seasons come and go, There’s one thing I will always know, The prettiest colors I’ve ever seen Are the memories of you and me. She finds a leaf of bright vermilion, One of yellow, one of brown, A purple one with edges curling, Like a tiny velvet crown. We gather russet, rose, and honey, Copper, bronze, and tangerine, Making little leafy bouquets From the prettiest things we’ve seen. She holds them up against the sunlight, Says, “This one’s my favorite shade,” And I think about the beauty Of the memories being made. The wind is dancing through her hair, A swirl of colors everywhere, And if I could, I’d make time stay Inside this perfect autumn day. We’re making bouquets of autumn, With ruby red and golden leaves, A little bit of sunshine Caught between the changing trees. Scarlet hearts and amber wishes, Every color has a story, We’re gathering up the moments In all their autumn glory. And when the seasons come and go, There’s one thing I will always know, The prettiest colors I’ve ever seen Are the memories of you and me. One day her steps will grow much longer, And her little hands will grow, She’ll walk through autumns of her own Down roads I cannot know. But maybe when the maples turn Their brilliant shades of red, She’ll think of all our autumn walks And something Mama said: “Take the time to see the colors, Let the little moments stay, For love is often gathered In the simplest things each day.” We’re making bouquets of autumn, With golden dreams and crimson skies, Every leaf a little memory, Every color a surprise. From the amber to the scarlet, From the copper to the gold, We’re collecting little treasures That our hearts will always hold. And though the leaves will fade away, Our love will never lose its shade, For every fall, I’ll still recall The beautiful bouquets we made. A little red, a little gold, A thousand stories yet untold, A mother’s hand, a daughter’s smile, An autumn walk, another mile. And when the last leaf floats away, Our colors in my heart will stay. The seasons change… But love stays golden.
