the wind tugs at the leaves with gentle force
it makes them dance regardless of their will
and when the gusts die down; they've run their course
the leaves droop down once more and they lay still
my heart begins to race as you step near
i try to breathe but oh! to no avail
yet far too soon you'll up and disappear
and just like always, i will let you sail
the tree loves the adventure of the breeze
but does not close its limbs and trap it in
enjoys it for a bit, then sets it free
to seal it off, i'm sure, would be a sin
my fondness for you deepens with each day
you come to me after you've flown away
~mj