The Thriving Trees

Trees towering over me,

Lots of arms and lots of leaves

Standing tall and proud,

Not trembling, not falling to the ground

The trees sit on misty mountains,

The beautiful alpine trees feel no pain, only gain

The whispery wind gives freedom

As the tree sways from side to side

The tree will not stay planted in place

Its arms wave to me with grace

A dawn comes to the other plants

As the tree generously grants

Seeds, or new forms of life

As the flora and fauna thrive,

The wonderful wind always calls to me,

“Take a break, and marvel at a tree.”