The Gentle Giant Genius of Trees

Rustle, rustle, something outside,

What could it be? 

A fox, a possum?

No, something big, something gentle,

Something,

Something, 

Ah! A giant tree.

Yes! 

Big, slow, ever swaying.

A beautiful graceful tree!

Its spirit passes by my tent!

I look outside!

It slips away, there’s nothing there,

All I see are trees.

But I hear it whisper,

And I feel its touch.

It sounds quiet and peaceful,

It feels warm and smooth.

I fall asleep,

With only a leaf as a souvenir to keep.