Forking trails on a walk
what is left I find becomes right
Listening to a breeze to trees talk
whispering what lies within and out of sight
Each step you take, each twig you break
leaves green impressions of where you\'ve been
Every breath you make any bird you wake
leaves in mind, a blessing or sin
Each drop of blood stains dark its mark
What I touch leaves growing fingerprints
The flashing arc of a smile, in memory a spark
behind the scent of love\'s glints