The Swinging Tree(September 9, 2010)

The Swinging Tree
September 9, 2010

In the shade of the swinging tree,
we sit,
you and me.

All I have to say is,
when the sky is bright blue,
the sun is golden yellow.

When the grass sways to the beat of the day,
and the trees conduct the wind,
the day is full of cheer.


But while the white clouds go asunder,
the trill of drums must be thunder.
The pitter patter of rain is the snare's sustaining.

When you hear the enraged notes not matching,
you're hearing the storm head over.

When the rain dies to a drip drop,
the thunder like soft rumbles on the timpani,
you look to the sky,
see nothing but storm retreating,
against the twinkle of the chimes,
or the xylophonic grace.

We've been touched by the unexpected storm,
but we're back to this spot,
just sitting in peace,
you and me,
under this,
this swinging tree.