Those simple brittle leaves
Hanging high up in the trees
We pass them by each day
But do we ever stop to say…

In summer
Thou green bodies sway in the breeze
Topping once bare branches like shirt sleeves

In fall
Going for a new dew
The trees seek to change you to a new hue

In winter
Your lives are nearly over
Slowly each of you floats down like a river

In spring
Welcome, fresh budding leaves
Your full life awaits, it’s just in the eaves

Such beauty can be derived
From leaves so happy to be alive
We may take them for granted sometimes
But how sad would we be without leaves in our lives
We’d look at all of the scary, bare trees
And wonder, such simple soft beauties are leaves