Road Trip: Leaves

Leaves World the Ultimate Touring Experience.  Owned by cotarr.
By ORB

Bursting with color this beautifully landscaped world offers a guided tour, by land or by water, at the click of your mouse. No need to use the keyboard in this serene hike. Just sit back and let the TourBot guide you along through varied scenery of untouched wilderness that abounds with magnificent flowers and wildlife.

If you'd like to pause the tour to explore, left click o­n an object or o­n the TourBot and she waits for you.  Click again and she resumes the tour. When you've had enough hustle and bustle then Leaves World is the place to go to relax. While unwinding there I was inspired to share two poems with you, both written about leaves. Enjoy the unique ‘off the beaten’ track experience.

-- To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- written by Emily Dickinson

To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred --
The Bushes -- they were Bells --
I could not find a Privacy
From Nature's sentinels --
In Cave if I presumed to hide
The Walls -- begun to tell --
Creation seemed a mighty Crack --
To make me visible --

--James Schuyler -- Faure's Second Piano Quartet 

On a day like this the rain comes
down in fat and random drops among
the ailanthus leaves---"the tree
of Heaven"---the leaves that o­n moon-
lit nights shimmer black and blade-
shaped at this third-floor window.
And there are bunches of small green
knobs, buds, crowded together. The
rapid music fills in the spaces of
the leaves. And the piano comes in,
like an extra heartbeat, dangerous
and lovely. Slower now, less like
the leaves, more like the rain which
almost isn't rain, more like thawed-
out hail. All this beauty in the
mess of this small apartment o­n
West 20th in Chelsea, New York.
Slowly the notes pour out, slowly,
more slowly still, fat rain falls.






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