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The wind eddies,
pulling my hair into a soft brown veil,
all around my head.
the willows bend and bow,
moving to the music of the breeze.
their silvery green-yellow leaves dancing and shimmering.
sunlight gathers into a slant,
brightening the lush carpet of grass,
with it's scattering of leaves.
the sun makes the maples leaves dance.
shimmering and fluttering in the breeze.
the locust stand tall,
still green,
still strong,
while the bright yellows of the shorter maples,
gather around them like children,
to mothers.
the wind whispers softly in my ear,
home.
the tree creeks,
and i am gone.