Singing softly, songs of joy
Though summer, autumn, and spring
Swishing slowly to and fro
The Leaves in the wind.
Whispering beautiful words
That flow out cool and green
Beckoning with silent cries,
Hundreds of lips unseen.
With their sturdy, woody hands
They show the lost their way
And only the one who knows them
Can hear what they say.
Some fly miles and miles past
Some stay in the ever same place
Basking in the glory of the golden sun,
Spattering through the leafy maze.
Whispers echo through the lonely wood
The shadows on the ground quivering
Pleasant dreams and the cool breeze
Green leaves shivering.
Where the rays and the darkness,
The cool and the rushes of warmth together blend
The whisper of the leaves, their message,
To an unknown destination send.