Life Leaves

Hear the rustling of the leaves as wind blows through the trees.

Just listen, leaves falling, swirling, twirling, through the air.

So silently no sound to hear, only brisk wind rushing by.

Swirling, twirling, down, down, to the ground, others lie.

Rustling many against others, together bunched communal sound.

Last conscious-less cry in death, deterioration next to come.

Nutrition be existence next, to feed the leaves next on the tree.

- Roger W Hancock