The Little and Green Leaf - A Poem by Joseph (about a leaf I saw on my porch)

Whose leaf is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though. 

Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,

I watch it laugh. I cry hello. 

He gives his leaf a shake, 

And laughs until its belly aches. 

The only other sound's the break, 

Of distant waves and birds awake. 

The leaf is little, green and deep, 

But it has promises to keep, 

After water and lots of sleep. 

Sweet dreams come to him cheap. 

It rises from its slumber 3 times a year, 

With lots of life it makes its bed, 

the thought of becoming a tree one day is too much to hear. 

The leaf is ready for the day ahead.