Three leaves

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.