Rain and leaves

I'd rather listen

to the rain on the window

the drops have more

important things to say

than anything on TV

and their song

is sweeter on the glass

and in the humming

of the wind

I'd rather watch

the floating and

fleeting dance of leaves 

in Fall or bees in Spring

or even birds in love

than anything on TV

and their dance

is genuine and true

through skies both

gray and blue