Alone Time

There are parts of the day

where my branches will sway.

Giving into all the wind around

as it makes me play.

I am happy standing firm,

and in a crowd I may squirm.

Yet if there was no sound,

I still would be on a good term.

Again the sun rises,

and sets with some surprises.

The clouds tell a rooted story

that my heart soon realizes.

I am lucky to be here;

still with all of my friends near.

Yet, I really begin to notice

when I hold my alone time dear.

My branches open wide

and I feel what is inside.

My branches have no where to hide,

and I am happy to be outside.