I Whisper To The Leaves

I whisper to the leaves, confessions . . .
of admiration for the soul . . .
the spirits free, overwhelming me,
confusing all of which I know . . .

I whisper to the leaves of beauty
Observe the inner depths . . .
invade my mind . . . and what you'll find . . .
is passion that must be kept . . .

I whisper to the leaves discoveries . . .
of thoughts too brazen to share . . .
although in silence, I seldom speak . . .
please trust me that I care.

I whisper to the leaves, goodbye . . .
with a prayer that the soul stays true . . .
with the world behind,
the heart stays kind . . .
and the temptations of sins are long through.