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