LeavesThe leaves from the trees tell a whole lot of stories,
Of birth in the spring and those summertime glories,
But they didn't look forward to falling in autumn
Or to dying in winter when bitter frosts caught 'em.
But leaves on the ground do not die without meaning
For in springtime the whole world is once again greening
And every new leaf on the tree soon discovers
That the shade of the tree is the comfort of lovers.
New life and new love in the spring are the reasons
Why nature constructed the world with its seasons
And so it goes on every cycle repeating
Except that by winter the lovers are cheating.