Leaves Atop The Trees

They bear the brunt of the heat, Yet in the scorching sun Without the respite of a shed, They don’t complain But protect what lie below them, The leaves far down, The creatures on the ground, Quietly waiting for the rain! And when it pours, They dance in joy As they get the first drops, Forgetting all sadness of life! Can’t we be like them? I mean the leaves atop the trees With nothing on their head Mutely bearing the sun’s wrath Dancing through all pain Protecting whatever is down below Cheerily waiting for rain!