The leaves whisper
something
to the trees
that give them life.
Is it hope
for a season,
thriving
with something
that resembles
abundance?
Is it merely
acknowledgement
of duty;
photosynthesizing
in the light?
Is it
something
like gratitude
for this short,
purposeful life?
Perhaps it is
whispered praise
from infinite leaves
on infinite twigs
to the maker of
something
called creation.
It could be one of these.
It could be all.
Listen.
© 2014 Richard Havenga
2. Flowering Dogwood - Cornus florida
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