A windy day poem admiring how the trees enliven. Wind is part of the plan. Mother Nature has it figured out including my part in it rocking and writing poems exchanging energy with wind and forest. Live it up my dears.
Oh What a Day to Be a Tree
Oh what a day to be a tree
to run in the wind
keeping pace with the floating clouds.
Green crowns shimmering
like rippling windlines on the pond.
Leaf lungs full of air
they howl and squeal,
bend and bounce
and play with each other
sharing pollen and
tossing winged seeds
like a ticker tape celebration.
Tree da vive.
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