We come in varied shapes and sizes,
We're triangular and
We're big and small; we're rough and smooth,
We're wide and narrow, short
We're not alike; yet we are the same,
We're nearly always green,
We hang upon the boughs
Of every tree that's seen.
The bird's eye view we have is great,
We see clearly all
We're high enough and low enough,
To enjoy both sky and
We're well nourished by the trees
Our thirsts are
quenched by falling rains,
We bathe each day in morning dews,
we are splendidly sustained.
Hale and hearty, where we hang,
Dipping, sweeping, swaying, waving,
day and night.
Through each Spring and Summer,
With glee we tease our
And greet the joyful, singing birds,
That rest and nest in us with ease.
Life is good; we're a happy lot,
We love the warmth of the
But often we don't stop and think,
The best for us is yet to
The chill of cool October nights,
Gives us cause to
shake and shiver,
But warmed again by sunny days,
We dance with delight
Exciting changes taking place,
Over night it seems we've
lost our green,
We're not the same when we awake,
It's like a fantasy or dream.
We look around at one another,
Each leaf, so different
Hints of yellow, tints of orange,
Awesome colors on each bough.
Robust reds and mottled purples,
Rich and lovely harvest
Hues of rust and tones of copper,
Wondrous, brilliant casts and
Then the Winter winds move in,
They blow on us with
Tumbling, bumbling, dry and brittle,
We come flying to the
The trees stripped bare, now naked stand,
And we are buried 'neath their limbs,
Within the frigid
But do not grieve because we leave,
The good Lord's
planned our path,
For through their roots, we'll feed the trees,
in the Spring, they'll bring us back.
Then we will dance and prance once more
To the lively tempo of the wind,
And we'll sing the ballad of the leaves,
As if it were a hymn.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis