Reflection Poem by Alison Smith

Sitting in the car enjoying the sun
Hearing the music on the radio
It's almost time
He will be here soon.

The wind calls out through the trees
Beckoning everyone about to join
Pushing the trees to exercise their leaves
Causing the birds to work hard to be free.

The ideas in my mind are mixed up
There doesn't seem to be any path they follow
Just drifting with the changing breeze

Like the leaves on the tree
My moods flip over
Forever changing from sad to happy and back
Deep within I know a final swing is coming
When what I really know will come rushing through.
Time to sleep