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THE BALLAD


OF THE LEAVES
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Leaves come in varied shapes and sizes,
We're triangular and round,
We're big and small and rough and smooth,
We're wide and narrow, short and long.

We're not alike; yet we are the same,
We're nearly always green,
We hang upon the boughs and limbs,
Of every tree that's seen.

The bird's eye view we have is great,
We see clearly all around,
We're high enough and low enough,
To enjoy both sky and ground.

We leaves are nourished by the trees
Our thirsts are quenched by falling rains,
We bathe each day in morning dews,
And we're splendidly sustained.

Hale and hearty, where we hang,
Bouncing, buoyant, weightless, light,
Dipping, sweeping, swaying, waving,
Nodding, bowing, day and night.

Through each Spring and Summer,
With glee we tease our fellow leaves,
And greet the joyful, singing birds,
That rest and nest up in our trees.

Life is good; we're a happy lot,
We love the warmth of the Summer's sun,
But often we don't stop and think,
The best for us is yet to come.

The chill of cool October nights,
Gives us cause to shake and shiver,
But warmed again by sunny days,
We dance with delight and quiver.

Exciting changes taking place,
Over night it seems we've lost our green,
We're not the same when we awake,
It's like a fantasy or dream.

We look around at one another,
Each leaf, so different now,
Hints of yellow, tints of orange,
Awesome colors on each bough.

Robust reds and mottled purples,
Rich and lovely harvest golds,
Hues of rust and tones of copper,
Wondrous, brilliant casts and glows.

Then the Winter winds move in,
They blow on us with gusty mirth,
Tumbling, crumbling, dry and brittle,
We come flying to the earth.

The trees stripped bare, now naked stand,
Their greenery all gone,
And we are buried 'neath their limbs,
Within the frigid ground.

But do not grieve because we leave,
The good Lord's planned this path,
For through their roots, we'll feed the trees,
And in the Spring, they'll bring us back.

We'll dance and prance upon the trees,
To the lively tempo of the wind,
And we'll sing the ballad of the leaves,
When we return again.

~Virginia( Ginny)Ellis~
Copyright © October 2005

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I took the Background picture on a walk to France 2005.
I just added a flowing stream now this photo is alive.
To fit into this picture the sounds of a stream,
The music which you hear is called "Autumn Dream"

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
" Music (5:12min)"
 Autumn Dream

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