The Tree

My roots feeling damp and free
My leaves playing with the wind
The sparks of faded colours in the moist air
Water raining down to the river, washing years of dust of my trunk
My leaves are more alive as ever
I love the sounds of birds in their nest
The sad getting dragged by the water
The roots dancing in the sand
No dust going in my eyes
I really feel alive
The light rain falling on my trunk
The sway breeze in the air
I love this time of year