The Swaying of Trees

The little things, are so big,

A snapping of twigs,

My favourite neighbourhood,

Here in the woods.

I woke the sleeping ground,

With footfalls all around.

Taking in the swaying trees,

Dancing in the breeze.



The sun a glowing ember,

Shimmering in September.

The bright colours of autumn,

Could never be forgotten.



I take one breath,

I take one step,

I look at the trees,

Hear the buzzing of bees.



Oh, how I long to sing,

Like the trees long to swing.

To remember the sweet music,

The enormous tree uses.



The feeling of freedom,

Like A gliding eagle.

The pounding of my heart,

Waiting for winter to start.



The warmth of the sunshine,

Making sure that I’ll pine,

For days watching the trees sway,

On a perfect autumn Monday.

Here in the woods,

My favourite neighbourhood.

A snapping of twigs,

The little things, are so big.