Each leaf had one word from this poem by e.e.cummings:
now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have hands,and all the hands have people;and more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understand
and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery which will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before- and shining this our now must come to then
our then shall be some darkness during which fingers are without hands;and i have no you:and all trees are(any more than each leafless)its silent in forevering snow
-but never fear(my own,my beautiful my blossoming)for also then's until