LEAVES

Leaves upon the ground

Move with crisp rustling sound:

A dead leaf

With red stem,

A brown leaf

With torn hem

A tattered leaf

Fleeing the wind,

A twisted leaf

Who must have sinned;

A pink and brown leaf

With a happy face,

A flat orange leaf

Tossing in its place;

A pretty love-lorn leaf

Demanding the wind’s caress,

A large grandfather leaf

So still and motionless.

Leaves are like people, too,

With tree-homes standing all around you.