Leaf's End

To tell you what my being In this world implies Is to brag myself. An to brag is something That never lies In what my being implies. Did you see that bird Perching on a branch 'neath me? Or those festive herd Resting on a shade 'der my tree? Or the green spots Upon a painter's tour de force? Feel how they feel. See the difference they see In this world with me. Ask (for they have something to tell About what my being does spell): What boon does this leaf give And how many?