Twisting leaf in wind.
Green, it moves with limb and twig
youth has strength to spare.
Twisting leaf in wind.
Red, it leaves its lofty perch
color to be seen.
Twisting leaf in wind.
Brown, it’s blown from place to place
no one knows it’s there.
Dennis Price
No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you'll see why.
- Mignon McLaughlin
