The Leaf

The leaf turns green,
Without a jealousy ping,
But with the sun's bream.

The leaf turns on the glaze,
If we provide it moisturizing ways,
And it turns mellow,
If we ignore it with self laze.

The leaf aerates us,
And furnishes a fresh abode,
It takes all the odorless load,
And never emphasizes on a return economic mode!