Leaves

Leaves 

Leaves paint the tree with a green beam,

But lack any ego or envy,

Some come as a red and yellow team,

Ever and always tree savvy.

Notice a gentle motion on cue,

When the wind walk in as a breeze,

As if the leaves are having a dialogue,

Sometimes starting a verbal tease.

Long leaves of the Bamboo quiver,

Always signal others with shivers,

Small leaves if Gulmohar cuddle,

Forever gossiping in a huddle.

Thick leaves of the Plumerea dance,

Actions are like they are ready to prance,

Thin leaves of the Coconut waft,

Rock side to side to all passing water-craft.

As mango leaves twirl,

They fill the air with a fresh smell,

Chikoo and Guavas leaves swivel and whirl,

Together jamming up a foody spell.

Autumn winds bring season’s change,

With it the leaves colour alter image,

Green turn red and brown,

Shaded leaves spiral to the ground.

Banana green forever pants,

For it reminds us of elephants,

Colocacia spread something new,

Early morning dance with a dew.

Then there is the leafy thorns of the cactus,

Pointing out that each day is not a lotus,

With love and unabated striving,

Working like leaves, life’s fruits are appealing.