Green trees in wisdom,
Swaying in slow motion system.
They are gigantic and very tall,
Excited and happy to see all.
They hear the whispers in loud tone,
Coming from the very big crowd
who always moan.
Hearing all the horror stories,
Dawn till dusk from the worry dolls.
They shed their leaves in panic and fright,
To face the world every day and night.
Their happiness seems to fade away,
Pain is the feeling every other day.
Days and months were flying away fast,
A group of children came and play last.
Giggles and laughter echoed the woods,
Brought back the charm in the neighborhood.
The trees and the leaves were beaming and glowing,
Once again buoyant,delighted and joyful.
Solitude and horror went on a long vacation,
It was always a moment of celebration.