A tree in my backyard has had the leaves on it all winter and the leaves have voices.
Kinda crisp tonight,
so smooth and refreshing it is.
The sound of leaves outside my window
ruffle in the winter wind.
On the tree so still and silent
these leaves are clinging still.
The cold night air I can not see
but sense that it is there.
Whispering quietly to itself
as the world sleeps.
The leaves do chatter,
but whats it matter
they sound so simply sweet.
In the Winter wind.
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