Natures little secret. Scurrying about on butterfly wings singing sweet melodies to the flowers and the bees. During those summer nights all day and all night they work tirelessly creating flowers and fruit. When harvest time comes their bodies have grown tired and their wings require mending. So as the days grow shorter they curl up in their beds nestled inside of the trees. And as they fall asleep, and dream their fairy dreams their magic slowly seeps from their bodies. The trees rejoice in the magic of the fairies with a beautiful display of red orange and yellow. When the fairies power is drained, the leaves fall away. But don't you worry and don't be sad. For it is only temporary. Because come spring they will awaken again and return the color their absence has stolen.

Leaves change colour because all throughout the year they are alive and signing and dancing with the wind. They live lives in sunshine and through rain. Leaves live...until the fall and winter seasons. Then they bleed. As autumn approaches leaves begin slowly bleeding out. Some bleed a crimson red, some a high yellow, some a glowing orange. Either colour they bleed, the end is all the same. Through the fall and to the end of the winter season leaves change colour because they're dying. The colour reflects their lives; happy and vibrant.

Transcript from a conversation involving Professor Amalgam on the subject of colour for the working masses.

It is widely reputed by such folk educated in these matters, that human beings are at their most benign when surrounded by the colour green. But not any old green you understand, for you cannot put a person into a room that is painted green and expected them to be benign, tut tut no, I am referring of course to the pigment present in plant life that imbues a living green into leaves, and stems, and grasses.

I am quite astonished that those peculiar interior decorators, often seen in those hideous mass produced tv shows, trying to instil into the seething masses a sense of colour, as if it were a form of magic. As if having your hovel decorated in accordance with their preaching would somehow enhance your meagre life!

Yes, more tea please.

Were was I? Oh of course, living green. Now, please do not consider me as an expert in these matters but plants of all types thrive on sunlight to a greater or lesser degree, and employ a system whereby this sunlight is transformed into energy by a process called photosynthesis.

Yes, with a 'ph'.

It seems quite magical doesn't it? But in reality it has its failings because all life must cease at some point in order that new life can grow and prosper, and in so doing propagate divergence and so on.

That's quite enough milk thank you!

Yes well, I personally argue that plants have green leaves in general so that they can blend with their surroundings and are less likely to be plucked by flower sellers (damned intrusive people). And I would argue that plants developed this technique as a survival tool indeed yes.

Of course as autumn changes and winter comes along it is in a plants interest to be plucked isn't it. I mean I certainly wouldn't wish to be a plant in winter, far better to be plucked and placed in a handsome vase I say. So that is why leaves suddenly cease blending in and change to a more showy colour, to compete to be plucked by those irritating flower sellers that permeate the place with their endless patronising chatter.

Oh, why yes of course, Sherry please.