Listen
Do you hear a rustle
as you walk among the trees?
Do your ears detect a crackle
as you feel the autumn breeze?
In amongst the birdsong
are there murmurs in the lane?
Do you feel a little something
that your senses can't explain?
Is there a ripple as you roam
along that woodland way?
Is it coming from above
Perhaps it's hard to say?
As you walk the forest's path
Is there whisper to be heard?
Do you think your mind is playing tricks?
Does it make you feel absurd?
Then, don't worry - you're not going mad
It's the chatter of the leaves
Designed to make you wonder
But it's there - if you believe
They have a lot to talk about
as they see and hear it all
So listen as you walk along
especially in the fall
Sometimes it's jolly chit-chat
as they busily prepare
to change from greens to yellows
Then jump with daring flair
Sometimes it is gossip
about a creature or a beast
that they've spotted in the clearing
and report it's heading east
Often there's a mutter
or soft disgruntled groan
from the last leaf left on the branch
when he finds himself alone
And there can be a little cursing
from the youngsters in the crew
But you shouldn't worry too much
as it's rarely about you
Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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