Ode To the Wind In the Trees

The wind blowing harshly on the trees Swirling them around Like green paint on a canvas The sound Is equal to that of drums Like cymbals A shimmer of noise Echoing and fading out It smells like summer The aroma of vacation and relaxation The breeze on your skin The coolness When you finally know what the trees are feeling The rare and overlooked moment When you can relate to them The taste of a breath of fresh air Is one that should be cherished forevermore You didn't know that you couldn't breathe before Until you finally inhaled The sweet taste of the wind