Old Leaves Poem by Nick krakana

No finner site can be seen
Than old leaves on the ground
In early spring
A wonder to stop and see

Just how the Creator sustains a tree
Self sufficiency is clear to see
Amidst its new greenery

A tree had to fall to capture it all
Words sprinkled on paper once bare
Giving a glimpse into his special care

Air from the leaf
Paper from wood
Steel from rocks
Makes the ride here good

Under his canopy at this time of year
Becomes the tonic turning off a world so near
Be a listener come see
What's taken for granted can give unto thee