The Language of Leaves is the rustling from wind. It’s the sound, feeling, and longing of love. It’s the loss of innocence. 

It’s the dissolving of delusions through our fingers - the smell of fall. 

It’s Den - the tree of cognition, and the characters, these leaves, it surrounds itself with. 

What is the Language of Leaves? 

It’s an ongoing, ever changing story by Beau Rosser.