Trees

The trees look like they're dancing Though they are standing still. This illusion granted by the branches twists, With joy it does me fill. The way they sing in the summer breeze With the rustle of each leaf, Can bring a measure of calm And a sense of relief. Though they seem motionless, they do live, Each with its own character and flair. Yes each one is unique and special. Those threes are everywhere. A tree may host a party For a flock or two of birds. A tree may be home to a dominant kind Or it may be shared. We can feel how much our Grand Creator Cares about you and me When we listen to His birds and trees Sharing a sweet melody.