Rustling Leaves Poem by Mohammad Younus

Rustling leaves,
a soft serenade,
a lullaby of nature
gently played
by the unseen hand.

The wind whispers secrets,
its breath weaving
through the branches,
as leaves rise and fall,
their language universal—
a rhythm echoing, Hu—
the truth of absolute unity.

In their rustle, I find peace,
a quiet wonder my soul cannot release,
a gentle hymn of stillness
calling me inward,
where mysteries unfold—
the sacred union of soul and song,
a truth too vast to hold.

Each note, a tender reminder
of eternal harmony,
of divine rhythms unseen,
a sweet, unbroken symphony,
bathed in love's warm glow,
speaking of the sacred song of Hu.

Hu!
HU!
Hu...
Huuuuuuuu...

MyKoul