Metalic leaves, the voices of the singing wind
the soft tapping of percussive melodies within
Nature’s choir nestled inside the swaying Birches
like metalic hymns flowing through saintly churches
a lullaby of the soft spoken zephyrs
flowing from their primal ancient ancestors
the secrets of the wind passed down in rhythm
to the swaying leaves in a proud discipline
Metalic leaves, wind chimes of the mystic forest
of the rattling of the Birches in full chorus
psalms of the sacred wind in their singing
melodies of a spiritual nature in their bringing
the song of the winds revealed in its soft tapping
‘til the finale with the nymphs of the forest clapping
a grand performance of the metalic leaves
as Mother Wind on her earthly mission oversees
upon her swooping down among the forest trees