The Words Of Trees Poem by Diane Shishido

The leaves on the ground lay motionless,
Belieing their secret intent beneath
The tree canopy.

They are a whole neighborhood of
Descended voices
A brotherhood of realized contentment

Their words have been spoken.
In communion with one another,
They lay quietly.

The tree that towers above
Is drunk with the knowledge
It may reach the sky someday.

The breeze that blows through
Sets into motion the flickering rustle
Of a million small leaves.

Laughing at the sky,
They flaunt themselves shamelessly.