Wavy Trees

Wave at Me

I sense their wisdom

Some

have been alive

longer than me

I look up

at their broken limbs

groaning

in nature’s mirth

Somehow

death and dying is okay

under falling leaves

and life is that much better

We break into pieces

just like trees

and fall to the ground

Nature accepts me

like family

under her mantel

and

I say goodbye

wavy trees.