The leaves

The leaves, green, lush, luminous
Sated of sun, filled with light
Breath life into the garden
Shadow to the birds
Trampoline to the squirrels
Landing pads to the bees, butterflies and dragonflies
Anchors to the spiders'webs
Humble bearers of discrete scents
The leaves are substance to all
Gracious, generous extravagance of trees,
Bushes and branches
The leaves abond in the garden like a sea
Of green, murmuring waves
Gently brushed by the summer breeze,
They are the peaceful and deep welcome
That softly embrace you
When you step in the garden
They caress your face and refresh your mind
They whisper lovely secrets of comfort
And brush off all the weariness in one note
Of vibrant green played at infinitum,
The leaves are the one and only architecture
In the garden, an orderly chaos from another realm,
A balm to the eyes and an ointment to the soul.
To the leaves : thank you.