A soft leaf rustles on the ground,
The wind blows through a tree.
It’s all we hear, the only sound.
Kicked up dirt will form a mound,
A land without debris.
A soft leaf rustles on the ground.
Buzzing up, about, around,
The lovely tune made by a bee.
It’s all we hear, the only sound.
A quiet niche waits to be found.
All the while, no one will see.
A soft leaf rustles on the ground.
In the sky, to the land, not bound,
A bird is soaring free.
It’s all we hear, the only sound.
One side of the tree, the wind will hound,
The other side is lee.
A soft leaf rustles on the ground,
It’s all we hear, the only sound.