Not Leaves To Go Nor Leaves To Be Leaving, a Poem

Leaves. Once green. They provided shade and oxygen.

Then colorful vibrancy. Now wrinkled and crackly.

Leaves dizzily circle and spin, like a joyful dance. The yard they need to leave.

A rake dutifully rakes the leaves, from under and atop bushes. Leaves does the rake rake.

A blower blows the leaves. Leaves does the blower blow. Not to and fro, but into piles.
And then, when time is right, leaves to the yard waste disposal go? Why so?

Out, instead, a mulcher. A mulcher crunches the leaves.

Leaves, after all, can become helpful mulch, you know.

The purpose of leaves is transformed and also renewed.

In spring, lush, green grass and healthy trees.

Not leaves to go nor leaves to be leaving.

Leaves renewed and mulched help the growing to grow.

Not leaves to go nor leaves to be leaving.

And the growing includes new green leaves... and, again.

Not leaves to go nor leaves to be leaving.