THE BREEZE ASKS THE LEAVES

THE BREEZE ASKS THE LEAVES

Oh, green leaves on the trees,
Will you sing with this breeze,
Will you whisper and hustle,
Will you flutter and bustle,
Will you sing out my soft-breathing song?
Oh, green clusters on high,
Will you chatter and sigh,
As I rush right along?
Will you murmur and swish,
Will you rustle and hiss,
Will you sing to the songs of my choice?
Will you be this wind's voice?

Oh, you faded, dead leaves,
Will you fall from your trees,
Will you dance with this breeze?
In pale crowds I can clutch,
Will you stir to my touch?
Oh, you leaves that are shed,
Brown, yellow, and red,
Will you scatter and twirl,
Will you run, roll, and swirl,
Will you race, leap and whirl,
Will you follow my far-roaming beat?
Will you be this wind's feet?