Sometimes when I look 
Out of my window
I see slender trees 
Gently Swaying in the wind 

Floating in the air 
Delicate yet Graceful 
Wind grazing the leaves
In a gentle caress 

As they shake in the wind 
Dew drops trickle down
A bird dries its wings
After a damp night 

The leaves and branches
Look frozen in time
Flowers in Bloom
Herald the passage of time 

When the mind is in turmoil
And peace is lost 
I look out at the trees 
Gently swaying in the wind.