I hear the chirps
of the singing birds
as they fall the leaves
on the playground
of the nature
this beauty all it seems
catch them you can’t
they seem to fly
high above the head
even in the winter sky
they speak a lull
as a distant flower in sight
and I
muzzle into peace
brought under the tress
as they bring out
I choose to speak
in unison
with the ground
to birds
in their sounds
they care
care a lot
too much
for us
they say
they live
they say
they die
they say
they breathe
the whole sky
leaf poetry 