Oh, to be a leaf upon the bough, To sway and swirl in Nature’s air, To wear the colors autumn bows, And feel the sunlight weave a prayer.
In spring, be fresh and green and bright, To catch the dew when dawn arrives, To dance with shadows, soft as light, And hum a song of living lives.
Fall gently, once the time is right, Paint the ground with hues of soul, A farewell whispered in twilight, As a part of Nature’s grand whole.
- T E Lawrence