Falling, floating down
The leaves of Saratoga, yellow and brown
As first classes turn to midterms, the leaves forget the trees
When Thanksgiving break gives reprieve, the leaves fall at the slightest breeze
Falling, floating, leaves fallen down
Trees now bare, those leaves do kiss the ground
In genuflection do you bow to the once beautiful trees
As the mother, over her fallen child, grieves
Goodbye to life and leaves of many colors, go and wave
So, father winter sends snows and winds, as a cold grave
Upon dreary students humbled by grades and papers
Frozen to the bone for months on end, most students feel-
Wishing for, and dreaming of winter break with zeal
Falling down, dropping like flies from sickness and fatigue
Students, like the leaves of Saratoga, fall only dreaming to be freed.