When trees dream,
their branches drift in sky
acting like brushes to paint clouds.

They whisper calling birds to
dillydally tickling leaves
that make it laugh.

When trees dream,
they bond with wind,
and play peekaboo with inch worms
who hide in their bark.

They unroot and dance
on highways of Mother Natures grassy hair,
as fairies play flutes.

They explode with flowers
whose scents encourage
spiders to weave masterpieces.

When trees dream,
they travel into some humans sleep time
trying to send them messages
to come home to Mothers voice.