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
Copyright © Rita Burns | Year Posted 2024
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