Leaves in a tree,  

So many olive green. 

Each group has a branch,  

All at home for free. 

They fall and grow during the seasons, 

Many of which have a reason. 

The colour of amber in autumn, 

And the colour of emerald in spring, 

Branches look like a mosaic for all, 

For all to see but for you and me, 

Leaves in a tree.