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Leaf Poetry

Sometimes on the days
when the wind is just right
and I need a break
from my day to day life
I sit in the park
for just awhile
and listen
to tree poetry.

Soft rustling voicing
crooning melodical
leaves work together
in languages surreal
whispering messages
secrets forgotten
winds in the willows
to speak ancient lore.

Each kind of tree
with a voice all its own
all played like instruments
when the wind roams
each piece of melody
part of the all
shimmering leaves that will stay there
but only till fall.

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