James Alexander

Trees

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.