“Hello,” said the moss
to the thousand trees.
“Throw your leaves, watch them weave,
see then flutter and flail.
Play for us a symphony.”  

“Hello,” said the sun,
to the leaves one day.
“Dress in gold, go be bold,
as you hush a good-bye.
A wild autumnal symphony.”

“Hello,” said the wind
to the leaves that day.
“Let me rustle and tussle
you with nippy breezes.
Pay your whooshing symphony.”

“Come,” said the dew
to the leaves one day.
“Let me sprinkle and dust you
with jewels on grass.”
Your mossy, misty symphony.”

“Shhh,” said the moon
to the leaves one day.
“Go to sleep, in your heap,
beneath the skies.
A silent starlit symphony.”

“Soak,” said the rain
to the leaves one day.
“Chant your song; you belong,
it is your music.
A drippy plashy symphony.”

“Rest,” said the worms
to the leaves one day.
“Do not fear, dry your tears,
I see beauty and pain.
A mellow muted symphony.”

And the earth spoke
to the leaves one day.
Words befell, they knew well,
“Embrace your new change.
A muffled, faded symphony.

“Hello,” said the roots
to the leaves one day.
“I will pump, hear it thump,
I will feed you well.”
A nitrate suckled symphony.

“Hello,” said the spring
to the thousand trees.
“Go blossom and bud.
Erupt and arise,
and play a brand-new symphony.”

“Breathe,” said the leaves
to YOU one day.
“I am your rapture.
With tones and sweet moans.
I will grace you.
Surrender to my symphony.”