The poem says, "I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree".

The last of the golden brown leaves fluttered down from the trees.

It has small red fruit and large, dark brown leaves.

Some brown, dead leaves may remain on the tree throughout winter until very early spring.

All around the ground was carpeted with brown, dead leaves.

Red and brown leaves were skittering across the front lawn.

The girl held up a small pouch full of tiny brown leaves.

If those brown, dead leaves had refused to let go, there wouldn't be any room for the new green ones.

We were walking over a carpet of dead brown leaves.

A wind drove the dry brown leaves along the streets in waves.