From leaf buds they grow and slowly stretch forth
And look at their world to the south and the north.
Storing water and food, they are fresh and are green.
After winter’s grey days, they’re great to be seen.
They are flat and they’re thin, and look up to the sun.
They’re food making factories when all’s said and done.
When the winter is near, their work is complete
For the tree’s full of food and feels quite replete.
As the tree won’t need food until springtime next year
The work of this foliage is finished, that’s clear!
Their glossy green colour takes on a new hue
And yellow and russets begin to show through.
Soon the tree is resplendent with magnificent shades,
But they soon start to fall in both gardens and glades;
On pathways, in woodlands they come fluttering down
And they dance on the breeze over village and town.
With our barrows and brooms they are soon cleared away,
And so that is the end of their splendid display.
The world would be drab without LEAVES on our trees.
So remember these facts when you next see them please.
Copyright on all my poems