Through tree branches
Dewdrops refract them
A light show has begun
For a chorus of songbirds
With a myriad of perches
On friendly oak fingers
Young oak leaves
Applaude summer breezes
They then exit the stage
And give aroma to fall air
Trees willingly exposed
Showing their true selves
With dignity and strength
Standing and swaying
While the cruel elements swirl
Withholding accolades
Until the spring rains
Over beaches and prairies
My feet love to travel
Yet open spaces become lonley
Since I was raised by the trees
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