you walk through
the leaves
and hear whispering
sounds
as you sense
the memories
of what had come
before
as sharing your words
and thoughts to others
around
as spreading the word
of what the beauty
of crunchy leaves
means to you
as listening to
the tone of the
whispering leaves
gives you
the moments
of resting your head
on the pillow above
as looking through the sky
on a spring sunny day
and visualizing the beauty
of the clouds showing
a sign of faces knowing
your love ones and guides
are always watching
from above

I would like to think you're right. Regardless a great poem.
Crunchy leaves, lovely