Purple leaves on paper trees and cotton clouds with glue; Staying in the lines, he proudly colors skies of blue. What imagination as he makes the forest dance With his watercolors, mixing black and white by chance. There, the pictures finished!, and he holds it up for dad -- An affectionate, Well done! would make this child's heart glad. Purple leaves on paper trees are twenty million miles From the office where someday he'll face a million trials. Yet, that mature man will still need paper trees and glue, So his own small son will hear, I'm very proud of you! And he'll need the discipline to stay within the lines, And the time to go outside to see nature's designs. What imagination he will need to make ends meet As a dad and husband, businessman and athlete. He'll be wise to learn that mixing black and white is good, With some red and brown and yellow to have brotherhood. Then when death calls on him and he flies to skies of blue, There in glory, an affectionate, Well done! will do. So as you grow older and perceive what wisdom sees, Don't forget to notice purple leaves on paper trees.