I see, withered and wilted, three small leaves,
They are just lying there, under the eaves
For me they have value. What are they worth
Ere they are summoned back by mother earth?
Just ask the ant, the beetle and the worm
Who say: “Don’t go”, and their voices sound firm
“We all want to hide and dry our wet feet
We are also hungry and have to eat“.
And their beauty too is what they show
Just notice their texture and golden glow
Don’t forget they are there for a reason
Sticking together in their last season
So photographer, we want to thank you
For allowing us this great pleasure too.