My Ears Are Getting To Be Leaves Poem by RIC BASTASA

my silence
is growing
and i feel like
a tree
my ears are getting
to be leaves
and hear the sounds
of more
silence
my feet are happy
with its roots
the ground has become
its new family
i am still upon a
hill of my
new civilization
for i do not need much
not even
the dream of rain and
nor a drop
of dew

and since then
the world has become
too calm
its noise numb
its wars
only flints
and the wish that one
must still stick to it
just a tale.