The Way of the Tree

The morning breeze blows and sings

I wonder and wait 

Eager to begin, unique birds find refuge.

In the big, bushy leaves. 

The trees reach infinite heights, they look over us

Even though we don't care. 

They are probably so smart. 

They are the Einsteins of the forests. 

Theses beings are giants 

Talented 

No one but them can understand

The forest is a refuge for the trees.