The breeze of life

I slowly rest my head on the old oak tree

As I feel the breeze, I feel so free

I hear the birds chirping

I feel the tree start to wobble

As the leaves fall down.

I start to notice bright, coloured leaves

Do you ever feel so free? I thought

I feel this is where I belong

I have never felt so connected to a tree.

The sky starts to turn dark

As I see a silver moon float up high.

The birds stop chirping as they see

The stars are so bright.

I drift off to sleep.

Suddenly I wake up at midnight

As I feel the deep, cold breeze.