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.