For a moment every leaf on the tree quivered with her name, speaking it in a whispery echo.

Not a leaf quivered; there was no cloud to betray the wind.

Though the souls themselves were not visible to the eye, the leaves of the trees trembled and quivered.

There was a booming explosion that made the dark leaves of the trees quiver.

The leaves quivered all the way up the trunk.

The jungle watched us go, the fleshy leaves quivering with rage.

The leaves quivered overhead and a shower of water fell down from among the boughs.

As he moved, the leaves against his cheek quivered, then rattled violently.

It was so loud that the leaves of the jungle-trees quivered.

The silence was primordial; not even a leaf quivered on a branch.