The Song of a Leaf
On a bright sunny morn,
She dances to the tunes,
Of light, soft wind,
Tickling her till she swoons.
On a pleasant rainy day,
She weeps in some joy,
Tears trickle down her veins,
While she sits there coy.
On a gloomy winter evening,
She turns her back to the world,
Under a black grey coat,
She lies up there curled.
She starts talking in full Spring,
And chirps around at her greenest best,
Making merry with birds and flowers,
As if reveling in the annual fest.
But every time I come across her,
And the others in her clan,
I get lost in her simple charm,
Her colour and moves performed with elan.
Such beauty, such grace,
Of her wonderful green,
In a bush, in a shrub, in a vine or a tree,
She will be loved whether broad or lean.
And I know you love us back,
Oh, you pretty leaf.
For you always soothe our eyes,
In love, in solitude, in happiness and grief!
14th June 2019