The wind in the trees

It frightens me

The swishing

The swaying

“The tree is about to fall”

Is what my mind is telling me

I run for cover

Through the soaking rain

I sneak a peek behind me

There

A face in the tree

It is laughing at me

I run back home

Next day I look out my window

There

The face

Looking ever so lonely

I laugh at the face

Never so scared of the wind in the trees