since trees grow tall <br />through spring and fall <br />lasting for thousands of years <br /> <br />it is my belief <br />that each tiny leaf <br />is part of its tree's soul <br /> <br />I wonder what leaves think <br />as through the air they sink <br />as they leave their green days behind <br /> <br />or what twigs feel <br />as they watch Christmas Eve <br />covered in snow and clear ice <br /> <br />and what of the trunk? <br />strong and full of spunk <br />does it dream of how it will fall?<br /><br />Adele Katie Bowling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-and-leaves-2/
