what would it speak of?

Maybe it would tell of the season, of how early on there was hope as the snow melted and sun warmed the branch filled with buds

or of how some many birds gossiped and sang every day and night while joined by the singing of bugs

i wonder though, as the green soft skin toughened in drought and heat, leading to age of Fall, would a leaf have much to say or would it feel complete and whole or left with regret?

and when falling would a leaf say, “Look at how i can fly!” Telling the other leafs to join them?

of course leafs cannot talk, they cannot sing, laugh, cry, or even get angry

even though they do…

in

my

mind.