Red leaves

Red leaves. One of the below is constant, faithful, loyal to its nature. From the second it blooms on the wrinkled surface of a twig till the day it untangles itself and withers to the ground, it remains red. The others are changeable as opal, shedding their green and yellow glory as the winds blow. Fickle them shedding their multicolored dresses like dancers changing partners in a masquerade.

Can you tell them apart?


Mark a few lines in the poem, Song-Inconstancy in Love by Robert Burns...

Mark the winds, and mark the skies,
Ocean's ebb, and ocean's flow,
Sun and moon but set to rise,
Round and round the seasons go.
Why then ask of silly Man
To oppose great Nature's plan?

P.S.
Blogger misrepresents colours. It infuriates me.