(Remembering Maui)
When leaves whisper
Do they fret about the rate of shade
The degree of greenness in the wood next over
Rustle and susurrus
Rustle and susurrus
(Leaf language for photosynthesis)?
Do they calculate the sap count
For and against and whose soil descended
Leaves to ground
Leaves to ground
From the very first tree?
When leaves whisper
Do they stay up shaking against the night
Ancient plankton cold for the sun’s touch
White into green
White into green
Until they are themselves reborn?
Do they dream of the windy dance down
(Here a pirouette here a tumble)
Their bed of earth for resting and dressing
Green into black
Black into green
Because they always always rise?
Or do some leaves
Nor fretting nor shaking
Turn in a flash
Green into Blue
Green into Blue
(Here a tree here a forest)
To waft and wave and rise
Without a whisper?
