The Language of The Leaves

Through the threaded vines, you hear 

Voices in the atmosphere

The language of the leaves rings clear 

We’re breaking in the green frontier

At night it falls to a faint whisper

Starlight’s gentle song

Lovers choose their blossoms 

And accompany with birdsong

It’s the language of the leaves

They send and they receive 

The telepathy of trees 

It’s the language of the leaves

And when it rains conversation flows

through the densest of the undergrowth

And phosphors lend a constant glow

From root to branch of the willow