I see the leaves, they wave at me and flutter high, not aimlessly The wind will gust, and leaves, they must release from branches and be free.
I find that place so near the sky that causes leaves, by me, to fly The sunny filter, is not off kilter, enhances brilliance, way up high
And on the ground the children play kicking up leaves, throughout the day Their smiles of wonder, with leafy plunder expects the best, along the way
My mom’s favorite poem is about a tree. I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree… I love trees, and I love how that poem expresses that nothing man made can compare to “creation” by God. Appreciating those who see God in their environment, instead of seeing danger and destruction, is where I want to be.