Rustling Leaves Poem by Sarah Pesta
Rustling Leaves
During the day I feel the soft wind
Blowing through the trees in its path
When the wind begins to blow through the trees
The leaves on the branches begin to rustle
The day is starting to fade to pastel colors
Colors in which are blending in with the sun
Night has arrived after the sunset has left
I can still hear the leaves rustle in my dreams
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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