Beneath the protection
of its strong branches,
I hear birds chirping
and singing their songs.
The leaves rustle
as squirrels race
to their nests.
The tree is high,
thick,
and rough.
There is a bud of a flower
on top of the leaves
that I hope will bloom one day.
And I see some birds
that months from now
will be miles away.
Bits of bark float off into the air
as leaves bow down gracefully
to the high and mighty winds.