When the leaves whistle tender soft whispers; <br />In reciprocation to the mystical flower bed realms, <br />When their anxious noses, they dip for ventures; <br />Into the mysterious calm waters of the green streams. <br /> <br />When they waltz with the peace-loving joyful faeries; <br />To the entrancing melodious tune of a Mourning Dove, <br />The butterflies, when they allow kisses to their nectaries; <br />That powers them refreshment, a touch that they love. <br /> <br />When they nurture themselves to a nights slumber; <br />To contribute to mankind with life’s precious botanicals, <br />Their shadows, when they scatter over lives in number; <br />That protect creatures from weathers, be it, birds, man and animals <br /> <br />It’s left to man to empathize with her freedom of expressions; <br />And help her establish her existence, in an eternal place of pleasure, <br />These are mother nature’s pleas to mankind through her mannerisms; <br />For if we help save the leaves, she promises us a serenity future.<br /><br />Angelic(Annie) Female<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-leaves-promise-us-a-serenity-future/
