During the day I feel the soft wind <br />Blowing through the trees in its path <br /> <br />When the wind begins to blow through the trees <br />The leaves on the branches begin to rustle <br /> <br />The day is starting to fade to pastel colors <br />Colors in which are blending in with the sun <br /> <br />Night has arrived after the sunset has left <br />I can still hear the leaves rustle in my dreams<br /><br />Sarah Pesta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rustling-leaves-4/
