Hands swayed by the movement of water,
Thoughts swayed by the movement of trees.
Looking up at the trees, moved by wind,
Thoughts mirrored by the water, rippled by wind.

Thoughts branch out into the future imagining possibilities.
Hands dangle and dip around in the water, piecing and pulling visions.

A leaf drops onto my head and into the water.
Why, thank you!
Mister Tree brings me back into the now.