When Leaves Whisper Poem by lalitha iyer

The language of nature
me too silly to nurture;
yet when leaves speak
I cant help, but squeak.

the palms of green
yellow, red and lean
their destiny veined
all art forms
spring from their dreams.

the colours of green
as I amazed look on
an enormous leaf
it fell upon.
I stooped to kiss the grandma queen
what a large heart she bestowed vain.

red leaves, they kill me with their beauty
watch the liquidity of the texture
the mellowed shine of depth rich in splendour
and the yellow beauty wise and intelligent
yellow leaves take you to life's end.

leaves are souls of our unborn babies
from earth they are carried by tree trunks to lullabies
till we take them in they fall not lovelies
sticking to the green mum they sing in breeze stories.