The Valley Between the Windy Trees

The valley between the windy trees Across the street from me. I sit below the pines To evade the busy street. The yard and the distant billowing trees Ensure me a better sense of security From the industrious life That surrounds the house entirely. The birds and the bees Have their daily routine Maybe they might remember me At seven o' clock every evening. For lazy Sundays and wispy nights Make for a beautiful sight. The wind rocks the leaves like a lullaby In between the valley of the windy trees And the wind and the rocks and the leaves Shush me into a restful sigh. So peaceful is that sight I might forget all my worries and frights. Even through this hellish life Past the concrete streets and all its booming sounds Do I find that beautiful background Of the valley and its windy trees.