Classic Poem

Leaf, leaf,
Your mother is calling you.
The old earth mother,
The brown earth mother,
Is calling, calling you!

Out of her heart you came,
Little green leaves in Spring,
Opening, whispering,
Sap high, bough free,
Every branch of every tree
Was bannered gallantly.
Singing birds built nests,
Little winds drifted through—

Leaf, leaf,
Don't you hear?
Your mother is calling you!

Scarlet leaf of the maple tree,
The dogwood and the barberry,
Yellow of poplar, still and tall,
Fall! Fall!
She will take you into her heart again,
Crucible of the wind and rain.
Out of her heart she will renew
Green leaves when Spring comes calling you!

Leaf, leaf,
Your mother is calling you!
The old earth mother,
The brown earth mother,
Is calling, calling you!