See how the leaves
Are at peace with the trees
How they gently murmur and sway.
How still they breathe
How at one they feel
With their stately trunks
And their colour green.

How gracefully they yield
To the artistic bent
And the elegant line
Of the lilting boughs.

The landscape they are
Of our lovely land.
Where the birds do sing
And the sky colours grey
And the blossoms brandish shades
Every shape every size.

Oh lovely land of leaves
You speak to me
And share your secrets
How lucky am I.