Standing tall,
Reading over my shoulder,
I lay in your shade,
Reading word after word,

As the breeze pick up,
Your arms fan me,
Turn the heat away,
Your leaves crash against each other,

The sound soothes my mind,
I relax listening and wondering,
My mind drifts from the book and into my own world within,
Things swirl around in uneven patterns,

Then the rain begins to fall,
Though my dear tree you do provide shelter you are not enough,
I must run to my home,
To the place I belong.