I feel the trees sway
On a windy day
I watch the leaves fall
Down to the ground
leaving the bare trees
bare trees
On a windy day
I will crawl under
Buried underneath
discarded colors
Down to the ground
leaving the bare trees
bare trees
I will find my sleep
soundly I will leave
Warmed up by the sun
my spirit simmering
And when I have awakened
reluctant and removed
Torn bits of sycamore
The ash
the shaggy hickory
On a windy day
I am swept upward
Imitating flight
grabbing at the sky
betrayed by gravity
Down to the ground
leaving the bare trees
bare trees