A walk in the garden

While I take a walk
I hear the cry of the dry leaf
Getting crushed underneath my shoe
While I look up
I find the green leaves
Greeting me with a breezy nod
It’s a pleasant mystery
That I find
The beauty of the little flower
The careless attitude
Of those strong branches
The sneaked in strangers
Exchanging weird glances
And known ones
Whispering with eyes sparkling
I sit on the grass
With legs and hands stretched
I hear the grass say
Don’t hurt us for long
And when I get up
I did realize
That they really meant
Voiceless yet expressive
The life in them
Their zestful color
Touched the gentle nerve in me