Blossoming spring leaves

A poem written for St. Patrick's day

As I walk in the woods
I have a peaceful feeling,
I'm free, I look around this clearing
Many leaves fly depending on their moods

They float everywhere without hesitation
So slowly, loftily, lazily and carefree,
Among these leaves buzzes a bee
Which stands out from all the green in motion

Being yellow and black
It's a lot of contrast,
Like a white sail on a brown mast
I decided it had this knack

Of flying most of the time
Towards the same tree,
Thanks to that bee
I found out that tree was in fact

One that had treble leaves...