Dance of the Trees

Hidden in a hollow, shrouded by the trees,

I lay upon a mossy hill and felt the autumn breeze.

He danced upon my face and touched my strawberry hair

and then he laughed and leaped - making pirouettes in the air.

He tickled an old, hoary oak as he giggled and swayed and spun.

An aspen caught the beat and tapped a rhythm upon her trunk.

A stately elm bowed to the fir who graciously nodded her head.

And they danced a reel as the maple shook her robes of brilliant red.

A gaggle of silly pine trees shivered at the edge of the dell

and dropped their dainty 'kerchiefs while under the breeze's spell.

The breeze danced higher and higher still as he soared above the trees.

The trees waved and wept as they sighed and said their goodbyes to the autumn breeze.