Poem of the Season~ I Plucked a Leaf~

     I plucked a leaf and made a whistle

I plucked another and breathed

in  the sweet scent of oranges

 I smiled at so many fluttering on the trees

  I crushed one fallen by the breeze,

 and raked away so many,

 and he said 'they mess up the yard

I said 'they have made me a bard'

 I admire the tree as it will by me stand

but he will never look up

 to see how tall it is how grand, 

if you look at the spoils

 you will never understand

 what is Gods Will ,

 and the Beauty of His Land