A common language

I'm looking into your leaves, hanging in shades of green
Searching for the pattern that will unlock a mystery
How many times have I looked — I have my own patterns of questioning

Is it the way your leaves dance with the blues of the sky —
Is it the way their shadows caress the undulating roughness of your trunk —
Is it how many colors I can find in just one leaf—
Is it their whispers as they move with one another
And with the wind
And with the sun
And with my eyes

Where can I find a language understood by leaves and sky
And my own tired eyes