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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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