Tree Tops
The night wind is warm, it moves the leaves,
it comes and goes and breezes the trees
the tree tops bow then move straight again
a last silhouette of twilight the day will lend.
A few distant clouds move as evening seeps
it sets and moves in shadows deep
all quiet yet breezy, whispering, whispering,
the tall trees send chords ringing and ringing.
Through clouds, the stars come and go
I close my eyes, then watch them glow.
The clouds, the stars, the trees, the wind
soft pleasant thoughts through the night they send.
These thoughts, they have been here before with me,
on the beach, the Gulf, amongst the sky and sea
and under wooded thickest, under tall green pines;
early Fall whispers while the storms start to whine.
The tree tops tell us about the days
The times gone by, the times on the way
The tree tops move with what the season sends
The tree tops tell us what's in the coastal wind.