crush

As I crush leaves in my hand
Like they were never meant to die 
Theres a hush that tress pretend
Is the wind to hide their cry..
So another one can take its place 
On the branch from which it fell 
Can grow back within the space
With no trace so you could tell...
But the mildew on my skin 
Wil remind me it was there 
Almost see through as it blends
With the sunlight and the air..
Catching rainbows as it rise
Just to cool the very breeze
That sustained so much of my
Sudden impulses to breathe..
And when all thats left is dust
I Take another from the ground 
So that all I ever need to crush 
Are the ones that made it down ...