Lord of Leaves

A fading leaf will never sigh
or dread, at dawn of day, to die.
It freely lets its colours bleed
from trees that sprang from servile seed.

A leaf, by photosynthesis,
imparts a lush, life-giving kiss
to all those mortal breathing things,
which walk, including those with wings!

A leaf is complex, clearly made!
Consists of tip, its veins and blade.
Created by its cosmic Lord
to clothe the trees, He so adored.

On such a tree, bereft of leaves,
they crucified between two thieves
that Lord, when he was bleeding love,
He'd felt, in heaven, up above.

And when autumnal voice did call,
like leaf that waits in line to fall,
He bled in yellow, red and brown,
for sinners, wore a thorn-leaf crown.