The Rustle of The Leaves

As the wind blows by

it’s called a summer breeze,

as the trees flow back and forth

I hear the rustle of the leaves,

The wind is warm and dry

in the early evening hour,

the trees stand tall and strong

dancing like a prairie flower.

Leaves flutter in the wind

sending out a special sound,

no instrument can repeat

what my ears have found.

Crashing against each other

the wind has complete control,

holding on to  branches

the leaves make that their goal.

There are many wonders

so many never find,

the rustle of the leaves

can help to clear your mind.