Leaves tell me where, <br />You come from <br />And where you go. <br /> <br />You roll hither, <br />And thither, <br />In the breeze, <br />On the trees, <br />Then on the ground, <br />Without a sound. <br /> <br />I think you have a mission, <br />I think you know from the start, <br />Your lives on the trees, <br />Look like pretty art. <br /> <br />But you seem to know, <br />When the winds blow, <br />That you are nature's, <br />Personality. <br /> <br />You leaves are the forest's <br />Afterglow. <br />You are nature's gift. <br />You are the most beautiful green. <br /> <br />The greenest green, <br />Of my dream.<br /><br />Vera Sidhwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaves-24/
