Here's a poem Joel wrote today

"Leaves"
by Joel, age 13

No one seems to hear them rustle
As we get caught up in our hustle;
Birds with them will twist and tussle
To make a nest within to snuggle.

Suirrels will pack them close for heat,
Then shoo them out to keep things neat;
In fall, their colors are tough to beat,
Although, to eat, they're not so sweet.

On the ground or in a tree,
Used as a hive by wasp or bee;
A hiding place for fly or flea,
What use for leaves is there for me?