The Trees Above

The wind presents itself
and meets green leaves on trees.
The trees are larger than me
and can make it hard to see.
Trees protect me from the breeze.
Trees gift me the air to breathe.
I look up to the tall trees
and I start to count to three.
I freeze in time and think: please.
Please let me catch all your leaves.
I love the trees above.
These trees taught me how to love.
I feel pain as trees are cut
down to the ground, we don’t touch.
I look up to the trees around,
strong trees waiting to be found.
I try to never look down.
These trees are older than me
and are stronger than the breeze.
So, why not just let them be?
The trees above show me love.
The trees above set me free.