I sit and watch the rustling leaves
dancing in the gentle breeze
their soothing sound comforts me
it reminds me of the sound of waves on the sea
the whippoorwill interrupt my thoughts
she sounds to be a little overwrought
I see her just sitting there on a tree
it seems as though she was whistling to me
shes probably talking to some nearby bird
or maybe she’s talking just to be heard
the wind comes up and branches sway
they take my thoughts another way
I have to leave I cannot stay
But I’ll be back another day
