Hmm I don’t know what to say, I was inspired by a late afternoon zephyr, but don’t ususally share the little poems I write. What do you think?
The wind blows and the leaves applaud
Whipping the willows and blowing the birch
Their branches dance and bow bending in courtesy
Wind’s music taps the twigs and shakes the sticks
Round and round they sashay and dip these joyous trees
Until at last wind becomes breeze and those leaves wave their goodbyes