Just a poem by me.

[Spartan936]

Just a poem by me.

Leaves On Trees

Leaves on trees we are.
Content while not knowing it,
We’ve been given what we need thus far.
And forever more,
Nothing could we ask for.

Nature, the wood and the wind,
Like a father and mother,
Support to no end.
All of us, sisters and brothers.
You need not look long,
To find a friend.

Warm, colorful, breezy,
In the rising sun,
Our dreams are ours.
There to be won.

And even through the thickest storm,
Of thunder crack, black, and all forlorn,
In our places we hold,
Challenging hate, and hopeless fate,
Because we are bold.

With frost we wither and fall;
Why sorrow within?
After all,
Leaves grow again.