The Souls of Leaves

"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decay. " Quote by _Constance La France Though dead they be, these leaves I see beneath the giant maple tree - are not just lying on the ground devoid completely of their sound! They can be heard to some degree. They seem an odd, browned potpourri, but when wind hunts them like a hound, their whispered pleas cannot be drowned though they be dead. On breath of wind, and like debri, these leaves with crispy voices flee to other places. Scattered round, it’s back into the earth they’re bound like us! But oh, their souls are free though they be dead.