The leaves blows by wind swaying in the
Tress give sound distance.
The air swiftly touch the leaves, so deep,
So soft, so arousing, so beautiful that has
Charming essence of scent.
A glance of the leaves appear in the illusion
To deal in the emotion of one extra individual
It has a magic of something beneath the senses
That moves, that could happen by means of
Event given at the moment life.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
28 January 2006
9: 45 PM