Of Trees And Leaves
In gusts the trees grow bare
And are naked in the sun
With no leaves anywhere
And spindly to everyone
It is an event
When leaves return each spring
Slowly coming forth
In beautiful shades of green
The green always changes
With the arrival of Fall
Turning leaves yellow and gold
And admired by us all
With the coming of winter
The beautiful colors turn brown
And when the leaves are raked
We toss and kick them ‘round
For evergreens there\'s celebration
The Christmas part of the year
With lights and an angel
On a cold night clear
These are truly blessed
With boughs growing wide
And are victorious specially
Each Christmas time