The Leaf Painters

Bound to the rise and fall of the sun, Ending long after they begun They reach all the trees before October To treasure and bless and paint them over They are called the Leaf Painters, a mysterious sort Hiding their careers behind their forts Scientists plead them to never be factual So they can claim everything as fully natural But the Leaf Painters don’t mind all of the lies It keeps their lives secret, it lets them thrive They dedicate themselves to their art Bringing the autumn all of their heart They travel so far, to places so mellow To change the leaves from green to yellow By the end of November the leaves all fall And it looks like they did nothing all But they brought so much joy in those autumn months The smiles make them think it was enough They come home with a fortune, but still cannot wait For the following autumn to take place