Trees

 

The cool winds blow through the leaves,

the trees are yelling stop blowing please,

bird’s homes are planted on their branches,

soon the sky is setting like avalanches.

 

When winter falls the snow does as well,

         snows sets on their branches all the trees tell,

 yet spring is so near,

the blue jay’s song they will hear.

 

The rabbit will be seen,

 the trees’ leaves again will be green,

above hot summer has blue skies,

as the dry wind blows in their eyes.

 

Trees are happy in these days,

but soon the leaves will fly away,

fall is the time when their leaves all go,

and settle on the ground below.

 

The winter is coming soon,

  as it keeps the trees in tune,

 you now see what trees go through,

and how they change all around you.