Trees

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