A poem by Amiel
Leaves are small
Leaves are yellow
I love leaves
That’s something I know
You can’t hold leaves
‘Cause they’ll escape
Your hug is useless
Like a paper plate
Leaves are beautiful
That’s something I say
It’s also a fact
I can’t escape
I dislike it
When I rake leaves
It annoys me like
Seeing a crease
I love leaves
But hate to rake them
When I see the plenty
It makes me hate them