Wind And Leaves

I see the layers of the trees
That catch the sun in varied shades
And feel the magic of the wind
That sighs as morning shadow fades.
 
I walk along a winding path
And feed the birds along my way,
Content to see this world alone
As leaves and wind begin to play.
 
My feet begin to dance along,
A part of nature’s melody.
They kick the leaves of seasons past
And leave their mark that follows me.
 
© 2012  Pam H. Murray

June 1, 2012