"Dance Of The Trees"

Upset and angry about something, But not knowing what to do, I sought to escape instead, Yet not finding any peace. Sitting outside by myself, On the steps of my porch, Hoping to cool my frangile nerves And to find the calm within. As the sun continues to set, And the heat subsides somewhat, The breeze goes ever so gentle, And slowly sways the trees. My jitters abate little by little, Until I finally feel serene, And as I watch the trees do their dance, My mind becomes tranquile. As I listen to  the trees, And soughing that they do, I can hear a sort of music, As the leaves sing a song of their own. Finally I feel at ease, And all aches and anger go away. My heart slows steadily, So that I can be myself again. I do not get angry often, But when I do I will remember; The songs of the leaves, And the dance of the trees. They have a secret of their own, And whisper it ever so quietly. If you listen with your heart, You too will hear a tree dance. Jann Newland ©September 2005