If I Were A Tree

If I Were A Tree

The early morning sun filters in.

A cool breeze blows.

There is a softness to the air,

a lightness.

A chipmunk fills its pouches

with seed that hits the deck

from the birds feeding above.

The birds chirp in the woods all around me.

My leaves rustle, my limbs move about

as birds flit to and fro.

The wind freshens

giving my branches and foliage a voice

that they have not.

I observe

anchored there in silence

this day as it unfolds

in its singular and unique way.

Yes if I were a tree

 I would dearly love

this breezy day.

Standing so quiet and still

yet feeling the coolness

of the Zephyr as it moves me.

I so enjoy the wind

for it moves me

in ways, I cannot.

My limbs wave and sway

in appreciation

of the movement

brought to them.

Yes if I were a tree

I would love days

such as these.

All My Love Always, Keith