Skinny and brittle
And easy to tear
Filled with veins
And very fare
They are everywhere
Just look outside
They are never rare
And they can’t hide
Most of them are the color of green
Which is the prettiest color I’ve ever seen
They move with the wind
And shine with the sun
They’re nothing like pins and nothing like guns.
They are smooth and gentle
And somehow calm you down
It’s always nice to have them around
These greens make the air clean
These are leaves
They really are a pretty scene.