Poem: Leaves

From the nourishment of the Earth,

they grow colourful and vibrant,

to cover the naked branches of

the trees.

To the trees,

A blessing are the leaves.

No matter their size, colour,

or shape, together in unity

they toil,

Day and night, rain or shine,

purifying the air not just for

one living creature but for

all living creatures,

To the Living,

A blessing are the leaves.

Withered and torn, they mingle

in the breath of a gentle breeze,

one by one, softly falling to the

ground as nourishment for the

Earth.

To the Earth,

A blessing, are the leaves.

By Zyrool