The leaves-in the leaves curl,turn-up in the wind,
wearing like in a palm,the sign of Spring-heartbeat,
longing,tears and the flight.
The leaves-from the leaves rises,from earth-in fly,like brides,
for waves of wind chosen,to be near,
when wind will switch over the waters,
nibbling slightly the light as a spark-
in secret waving,
in playground his coat.
The leaves-among the leaves were seated,
in the lap-of Fairies squatting,covered by the moon,
to be her crown in the night that will pass-
whispered words,
for leaves heard.
The leaves-burned leaves like scrolls,
pearls of stardust will fall-of them-hidden among stones
will keep the secrets,in the whispers wind,
in the silence-of thoughts,
in the corner-of the heart.
The leaves-colorful leaves as a caress,
wind garment-in the whirl gather-leaves,
touching my forehead-a prayer,
with tight palms,keep the words,my Beautiful Elves,
as a precious gift,as a legacy-
the beauty of Heaven-Earth dedication.
