The sun glazes trees with a sheen of tears;
the layers within show resounding years.
Time passes by, or does it yet stay still?
The rays of sun beaming as the leaves fill.
Glorious birdsong rings out amidst a branch,
a squirrel looks up, paws frozen askance.
Butterflies flutter onward into the wind
as the lizard, fast caught is soon pinned.
The tree bends slight in the oncoming gust;
finding shelter soon was an absolute must.
Sweat of dawn, the morning dew falls
tears of haven, and safety – it calls.