The Lovely Leaves Poem by Shamsher Kendal

In general what is the role of leaves,
they protect the fruits from thieves.

They are green, work as lungs,
they are umbrella for their youngs.

Leaves sing, dance with zephyr,
they are costumes and sapphire.

Leaves which are on opposite,
are both stumble and deposit.

Tree boasts and feels proud,
sometimes just taken as crowd.

Tree reposes faith and trust,
leaves burn in the fire first.

Again there comes the shower,
see the water and its power.

The leaves shed their dust,
to clean such bath is must.

Downpour is going to be heavier,
again leaves behave like saviour.

Green covering face the test,
now cry comes from the nest.

They bear all the hitting and rain,
nestlings need not smell the pain.

Stronger might be the pelter,
but we have given them shelter.

Now the leaves are silent,
for the wind is not violent.

Sun unleashes more warm,
enhanced heat causing harm.

Leaves are again on test,
avian is still enjoying rest.

Leaves philanthropy goes wider,
they attract the walker and rider.

Letting everyone underneath,
and this is truth without myth.

Leaves are emitting the cooling,
they are following nature ruling.

Leaves do not think loud,
it certainly goes to cloud.

Whenever the leaves call,
there comes the rainfall.

Leaves have extensive goal,
they think on the whole.

Mankind considers less,
they made all the mess.

He has devastated nature,
and he came to stretcher.

From leaves we have to learn,
or face the music turn by turn.