listen

The letters stand strongly in rich soil with nurturing branches and fruit for the birds to dive in. The leaves quietly connect with the sun in gestures, accepting its colors and falling with grace to decorate the plain pavement and then crunching into the sounds of the Earth. Shattering into scattered shapes, torn apart to be stuck on the bottom of converses or scuffled along with gum wrappers, dumped into clean trash cans, they continue the cycle. It is not for the rhythm but for the sound that connects the circle into One, lifting the leaves to shake to the ground again and again. It is this vibrating sound that brings thanks into the world.