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.