Leaves Stretch Their Palms

To receive drops of the Sun, Leaves stretch their palm. They whisper if water is stored, The Chlorophyll remains calm. The branches swing in merriment, Trees laugh in glee. Saps flow to get the parts, The day is very breezy. Then a thin-beaked swallow, Comes to feed nestlings. They chirp to see their mother, With tender, soft feelings. The hills watch in great silence, The brook swiftly passes, A host of Lilies rock and bloom, Birds flock in marshes. I want to stay in touch with them, I don't want to depart. They wipe the cares of city life, They fill delight in heart.