What reason do I have
To watch the wind blow? Back
And forth sway the trees, save
The majestic pine. Gave

Me nothing but some flak
For sitting and watching
The people who attack
Each other, claim I lack

Motivation. I sing
My own tune, hum my beats
To keep aware. The ring
About my finger stings.

I see where the wind meets
With the trees, marking feats
Such as sways. Minds retreat.
Suddenly, all is neat.