The Tree

The relaxing sound of the moving leaves

Outside the window

Makes me want to run from class and play.

Jacaranda dropping its wavy, kinked, seed pods,

Calling me to come and catch them.

Shake the tree to make them

          drop.

          drop.

         drop.

I can’t wait any longer,

I sprint out of the room

Throw the seeds like a flying frisbee into the atmosphere!