“Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!
No one believes
the amount of leaves
that will fledge from the trees;
and fall upon my garden.”
.
“Pardon?”
.
“Oh, nothing – it’s just work for me to do.”
.
“Would you rather they did levitate?”
.
“No … probably not.”
.
“Good. Now just get on with your task –
it’s all I ask.”
.
“Thanks, G! Perhaps you could lend a hand?”
.
“Okay.”
.
.
And the winds did blow
And the leaves did fall
And so I chased after them –
And G looked down
smiled
and had a ball.
