My Weird Yard

Fresh air is what I need,
So I step into the yard.
But what I see instead,
Is a massive junkyard.

Before me, I see:
Trees of every kind.
Swaying left and right,
Acting like they’ve their own mind.

Bushes jump around like
Jumping jelly beans.
They’re energetic
And crazy like teens.

Flowers are supposed to sway,
But these do not.
They’ve found their way
Out of the pot.

Now all three kinds are charging at me.
I say ‘hey, stop, stop!’
And they stop.
Maybe friendship is just a ballon you’ve got to pop.