Question

Up in the trees there's a gentle sigh,
For the leaves are whisp'ring, 'Good-bye, good-bye',
Leaves of yellow, of crimson, of brown,
Saying 'Good-bye!' as they flutter down.
Up in the trees there's a golden rain
Of the leaves that ne'er will be green again -
Leaves of chestnut, of hawthorn and lime,
Falling from branches of summer-time.
Tell me a summery ​

Answer 1

Up in the trees there's a gentle Singh, for the leaves are whispering 'Good _bye good bye', leaves of crimson of yellow and brown saying Good_bye !as they flutter down , up in the trees there's a golden rain of the leaves that ne'er will be again-leaves of chestnut, of hawthorn and lime, falling from branches of summer-time

Answer 2

Answer:

explain the summary

of this poem