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
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