If the sun should shine only in daytime, and the moon could glow only at night,
I would stay awake twenty-four hours, just to capture their beautiful light.
If the leaves of New England changed color, while the leaves here turned ugly and brown,
I would climb a tall ladder and paint them, just to keep you from wearing a frown.
I would paint some with red and some yellow. I would color them every hue.
Then I’d gather them up and I’d kiss each one soft and deliver their beauty to you.