My Backyard

Tendrils tether themselves to tiles

Vines climb up the columns

Dust dances in the wind

The breeze gently lifts up my hair

Trees were reaching for leaves that escaped

Wind tempts leaves to leave the safety of their home

Wind whispered secrets

Secrets that would never be heard

The leaves flew across the wind whispering their secrets to each other

The leaves part ways, all going in separate directions

Ants climb mountains just to get home

My backyard