The Wind In The Trees Poem by Matt Trepanier

The wind in the trees
blows gently through the leaves
That mark against the sky
colours, of, that seem to fly
Composed, shades of: orange, red and yellow
shine brightly in the air, never mellow
Leading a tale, a future from that day
never written, they seem to say
A choice of choices, many befall
never one person to know them all
Decisions made, paths taken
through careful thought and much deliberation
One never knows where the answer lies
it comes and goes, often without a why
Such complicated lives, never simple
busy, rushing, always a hurdle
Perhaps a lesson we can learn
comes from a source we can discern
A simple thing, sometimes present
by which we can learn to live in the present
A choice of our own, I to be me
a voice of my own, a lesson to be free
I for you and you for me
listen if you will, take time to see
The wind in the trees
blowing gently through the leaves