The Wind Poem by Tentative Poet

The Wind



the trees outside my window
know my name

their leaves whisper secrets only rains know
their branches squeak to the wind ancient messages of hope

the trees tell me why
the sun and how

they fill me in about
the ebb and flowing of seasons

when the wind
blows joyous
the trees dance for me

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