Trees
Swaying in the brisk autumnal breeze
My dance brings travelers unwanted chills
In the winter my dance will slowly freeze
Alive I am mute crying with unsaid trills
I change my identity with the season
Some would say I am beautiful in the fall
My life slowly goes by without much reason
Cut me precisely and I will build a great wall
People take advantage of me in many ways
Some use me for shade or to keep warm
Inevitably I am with you for many days
Living in nature I come in various forms
I continue to sway freely until the end
Until one day when I meet a forever friend