Chirping Leaves

She once used to caress,
An early morning dew.

She once used to shelter,
A sultry summer noon.

She once used to rustle ,
With a windy afternoon.

Now that leaves have left her,
So have dew and others.

But birds still come
and sit with her,
Chirping all day long;

On every branch, on every twig,
Where leaves once used to be.