9/2

The leaves rustle in the breeze and it reminds of the first time I met you.
I saw you climbing the tree in my yard and I asked you what you were doing.
"The leaves make prettier music in your tree," you said, "and I want to hear them better so that's why I'm up here."
I never understood what you meant but it has been 6 years since I last saw you in that tree and I have yet to hear sweeter music than that of the leaves.