Oh leaf dreams

Stir in my chest, the ache in a short breeze plucks at the top. When I slowly turn to look, I will close my eyes and breathe deeply instead. The smell of earth, dark and heavy, waits for my hands and heart, waits for the collapse of leaf-veins and all of the between parts. With an ear to the ground, you can share the dark secret and giggle with the rest of the roots lifting their arms to the sky in supplicating green blades. I won't give up, but in my sleep I will dream of giving in and returning to the tree.