Fighting for leaves

1.

Leaves crowd the pavement, a rainbow on grey,

some crisp like old parchment, some soggy and wet.

Feet intrude upon the heavy stacked ranks,

of leaves they don't care, of nature forget.

2.

Dragged softly through the currents of time,

they stay there, unnoticed, 'til the wind sweeps them out.

Flanked by the trees from which they once fell,

they know they are sheltered, safe beyond doubt.

3.

Edges silhouette against a bright shining moon,

as they loft themselves up on a rough shelf of air.

Dark upon light, a most beautiful balance,

one of the first, made deep in God's lair.

4.

I know my place in this whirlpool of life,

and i know it is here among the colours bright.

For voices that shout yet cannot be heard,

for miracles passed but never seen, I shall fight.

5.

Weapons, they are, some of Nature's few,

the rawest of beauties ever ignored.

Each one special in its own divine way,

on the street they sit, from God's brewing pot poured.

6.

I will defend with my body, my heart and my soul,

yet the masses against me are very strong.

I will battle the litter and beat off the brushes,

for to harm these sweet things would be far more than wrong.

7.

I am the spirit of Nature's fury,

I dwell deep in its rich red veins.

I bathe in its beauty and sleep in its warmth,

and when battle calls I take hold of the reins.

8.

Leaves crowd the pavement, a rainbow on grey,

some crisp like old parchment, some soggy and wet.

Feet push their way through the heavy stacked ranks,

of leaves they don't care, of that they'll regret.