When listening to the wind
can I hear the leaves say
what is on your mind you
betcha.When passing in
trees the leaves hear me
see and ask what were the
thoughts of the others that
passed by my leaves may
I ask if it's pleased.Being
pleased the leaves pass
onto me a leafy breeze it's
heard my song it wanders
on back into the tree free
of obligations past thought.
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