Where have you flown?       I look up into the tree. Leaves twinkle in the sparkling sun.       You, hidden behind a leaf. Your white voice,       dove's soft durr. A reflection in the mirror       veiled by white cloth. I'm confused by the leaves, lost in the tree.       Wind rustles in your branches. Leaves want to hide you.       Leaves, want me to keep looking for God's peace. by Joseph Immel (Click to Listen)