No kind of pine could ever
perform the somersaults
this leaf can as it sticks it’s landing
in the half brown grass.
swirled His paintbrush
in the warm tones on His palette
and held it to the Earth,
dropping the paint on the summer leaf.
This little piece of a delicate scene
became adored by people who build skyscrapers,
operate cars, and throw waste to the Earth’s core.
Yet every year, that same Somebody
keeps on dipping His brush to the palette
and creating the leaf that stands out among the others.