If leaves had eyes

If leaves had eyes
would they see in black and white
or would they see in color
muddling the chalks of our world?
If leaves had a tongue
would they babble like a brook in springtime
or would they only whisper
like the wind whipping through my golden-red hair?
If they had ears
would they listen to my questions
or would they hold their fingers in those ears
and sing at the top of their lungs to drown me out?
If leaves had a nose
would the environment be pungent
or would the smells be soft
like the powdery chalk on my hands
as I capture those leaves on paper
with my charcoals, oranges, reds, yellows and browns?