There was a man who went to
town hall once a week
He'd come home and rake the
leaves from under
the tree in his front lawn
and he'd glue them, in order,
back on the tree
Once a week the man
ran out of glue
he'd use all t'was in his pockets
and the leaves would turn to blue
so he'd run, to town hall, to get
more glue
And while he was there
this man would plead to
all he knew
saying please, could we invest,
in stronger glue
No matter how hard he tried
the leaves would fall,
the man would cry
such is the way, that
Nature takes,
what she is due
One day he laid out, under the tree
run ragged to indecency
for the town had no more glue
and Nature watched to see
what he would do
The heat of rage filled this man's face
a pit of loss for all he knew
the Sun loomed her graceful face
and with pity
began to bloom
Thus the man saw his first
sunrise
through the branches,
from on the ground,
surrounded by the leaves of sorrow,
by every leaf he'd found
