Leaves are Green

I heard a soft rustling sound in the trees,
The leaves are brushing at each other;
I saw a brave tree standing all by itself,
One tree said to another tree, we all saw you the other day;
I worry when the leaves will get brown again.
We whisper to each other by gaining in confidence;
We have to part with our own leaves, be they green or brown.
But the beginning of the leaves to fall,
Begins with a beginning of the autumn season;
The autumn season is here to flower,
With beginning of the seasons.