You were just a baby.

We called you

Many Leaves.

Because we knew

As you grew,

You would be many things.

Vibrant and alive,

The blood of nature

Fills your veins.

Taller you became

And still we called you

Many Leaves.

Even as you fell

Into the never-ending sea

Of other leaves caught by the breeze

Believing them the same.

But you were you,

So even to

This day, you keep your name.

And one day, you will dry and crackle

Far from where you first were born.

Where Many Leaves first came to be

May there be many more.