THE WIND IN THE TREES

Leaves and branches swing and sway,
enjoying a wind in an improvised dance
that looks like a Debutante’s first Ball.
Tired of standing at attention all day,
they crave movement, and can’t wait
for the next storm to let go in the wind.
When we can see the underside of leaves,
Its absolutely certain that a storm is coming.
We owe them our hugs and kisses because
we could not breathe without their love.