The Wind in the Trees

* I WROTE THIS SEVERAL YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS A NANNY FOR A LITTLE GIRL. WE WOULD SIT ON THE BACK PORCH AND LISTEN TO THE WIND AND THE TREES. SHE WOULD FALL ASLEEP AND I BECAME INSPIRED.*

The wind tickled the trees

You could hear them giggling

With the rustle of the leaves

Engaged in conversation

As only Nature can be.

Perhaps they are flirting -

The Wind and the Trees

A private dance

That only they can see

Going on day after day.

The Wind starts whispering

Wanton words in late Summer

By Autumn, the leaves are blushing

With the sweet murmurings lingering in thier ears.

But one day, the trees turn fickle

Turn away from the wind with leafless branches

And shields made of ice.

The wind retorts in anger

As it whips through the empty arms of the tree,

Trying to wreck and ravage it

Like a Lover scorned.

To gaze upon the happenings,

One would think the relationship is gone -

But one day, the tree shows it's first peace offering

A bud of green winking at the wind.

In return, the wind brings the tree moisture and air

And together, they build thier Empire -

Dancing thier Lover's Dance, whispering Sweet Nothings,

And embracing in the Season that belongs to them.