Sound Of Leaves Poem by lalitha iyer

Is it a whisper from nature
or a whistle from a feature?
is it a touch of breeze
or a probing of leaves?

The sound of leaves is mysterious
they lull to sleep the lazy ones
and wake up the inner beauty
as I gaze into the empty air full of levity.

All when silenced, I hear the sound of nature
when the sweet birds take a break
the leaves speak lightly audible
they fan around but fumble not with words
All man made music racing behind their chords

Eloquent, yet simply nothing but cool air to an empty head
amazing vibrations they run down your inner beds
as if nature is teaching you or slowly nudging you
to learn her nuances revealing secrets plenty few

when I sit alone churning my past and ruminating thoughts
the green wind girdles me fast
there are so many answers hidden in my dancing
why do you brood over you never ending fencing.