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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