language of the leaves

there is some slanted sort of speak,
that is coming from the leaves.
some sort of ancient incantation
whispered in its secrecy.

and in their talk, these kind of words,
these parts of speech that are all blurred.
some sort of other-wordly wiseness
that’s seemingly just left unheard.

and some small part of me believes
that this magic would not deceive.
if only we humans would listen closely
to the language of the leaves.