The gentle wind blows
The leaves dance
They fall, fall, fall
The tree is in a gentle sway
They leaves move back and forth
The tree is letting go
The rain will come and
Shower the tree
It will remove all that was
The tree knows the cycle
Each year it grows a little more
A few more leaves
The nest lies in the tree
Hanging on by its last thread
It has long been empty
Another tree nearby has life
The bee searches and finds its flower
Its wings too fast to see
This tree gives life in a different way
it feeds the bee, the birds
It has a different job to do.
Quiet Intensity 