Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Green leaves trembling

With the tremors

Shivering with laughter

What do they see?

That makes them murmur
Sweet rustlings

Tender whisperings
Like the twittering
And the flittering
Manifesting Nature
In the green sea;

Waving leaves

Like the waves
Moving the living
And the dead
Spread for miles yet

With limits bound
Trunk so firm
in the ground

But the green
So serene
Silently brave

Taking life’s chance

Continues with the dance

Happy to be, to us unseen

With what, they see around.

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