The leaves are in their houses

The leaves are in their house
Working in the kitchen
Soft green, filled with summer heat
They sit down to ret and sleep

The glossy leaves are working
In tall office buildings
Loud and imposing
Fighting for office spaces

The spikey leaves are in their barracks
Or marching in parade grounds
With their little red berries
Exploding under traffic

The palm leaves are swaying
Out of range of autumn
High up in glass palaces
They sway in summer breezes

The dying leaves are changing
They wear their autumn clothing
Orange reds and yellows
They fall into the valleys

In the ground of winter
The evergreens stand waiting
For their little cousins
Their playfulness and laughter

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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