The trees are sleeping
or so they seem.
Leaves hanging down
as in a wistful dream.
Swaying in the breeze
under dawn\'s cloudy skies,
patiently waiting for
the sun to rise.
Both they and I
or so it seems
are waiting for the sun
to banish our dreams.
Do they really dream
I often wonder,
dream like me with
thoughts that wander?
Do they live their lives
from day to day
dreaming memories
from yesterday?
Behold comes the sun
there is much to see
lift up your boughs
and awaken with me.