A Leaf

A Leaf

Leaves have left their places
from the branches of the tree.
A pretty sight, reds and golds,
the north winds set them free.

They ran their courses faithfully,
as ones who heard the call
And when the trumpet sounded
they all began to fall.

They now lay softly on the ground
from where they first took hold.
To give what they were given
so bountiful and bold.

We’re all servants to the Master,
the one who sets the time;
And when the season was complete
He took a leaf of mine.