Leaves Of Life

At the point when the leaves tumble off the branches
The leaves evaporate and tumble off

In the wake of shading the products of the soil
Hungry leaves become yellow

Don't have a clue about the mystery of harshness
Any individual who tastes the leaves spits

In their breath they awaken
At whatever point I contact the leaves

They recount stories while flying noticeable all around
At the point when the followed leaves tumble off the branch

When do yellow and old leaves endure?
Regardless of whether the leaves are of any tone or smell