Leaves

That's the thing about leaves. / They're always green. / Even when night falls / And everything is suddenly / Shades of dusk. / Nobody wonders / If leaves / Are really green / Or what they will look like / In the morning light. / Because our eyes have seen / Their glory. / Day after day after day after day. / And no amount of night / Can dim that knowing. / Children don’t draw / Blackened trees at night.