Those leaves, as they whiten in the breeze, <br />through ever loftier, higher trees, <br />they sing aloud for all to hear, <br />that more they are, oh so dear. <br /> <br />One makes a whole, and only choice changes <br />that which it chooses mustn't treat it as stranger, <br />that its nature set aside makes it a champion, <br />before it decides to leave its warm mansion. <br /> <br />It falls to the ground, oh so slow, <br />as it wanders around, where will it go? <br />The earth it sees, withering in sadness, <br />but still better than which caused it madness. <br /> <br />Sweet leaf, go to your bed, <br />I commend your effort, well said.<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-leaf/
