Green Leaves

The world is run by the green leaves

The more the green the more you have 

To have some greaves, to corrode or feed  

To enjoy or endure and even to let the heart heave

Man also needs the green even to calve

The one in the featherbed needs the green

And so does the rusty senile

Since the start you have to glean  

To dwell the mile and even for a smile

Wherefore wouldst this be?

The seed of the leaves gave rise to the sins

To the serpent hid with a flowering face

And so the world got laced

Among the thorns and bush of flowers filled with a dose of evil skins.