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 strip. The yard and the distant billowing trees Provide me a better sense of security From the industrial life That surrounds the house in its entirety. The birds and the bees have their daily routine Maybe they might remember me Every-time At seven o' clock in the evening. The 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. A sight so peaceful You might forget all your worries troubles. Even through this life called hell Past the concrete streets and all its booming sounds Do I find that beautiful background.