Trees

The tops of the trees are violently tossed about by the wind, the golden sun radiates on their beauty. Two sparrows dance on the breeze like two star-crossed lovers tossed about by their torment. With sharp sapphire eyes and short golden locks, she beckons. Innocently she dances on warm pavement, free to feel the sweet air careen across her skin. With exuberant laughter she falls against the old alabaster building, basking in the stillness of the day. White clovers surrounding her, she watches the jets dance around each other in the sky, as they leave a trail.
Dark clouds start rolling in, a cool brush of wind sends chills up her spine. The air smells damp and feels enticing. Running barefoot up the cool concrete stairs, anticipation builds- Threatening to come out in screeches of pure excitement. With each step she frolics, feeling more and more like a child lost in the simplistic joy of it all. She dances up and down the piazza, protected from the falling rain. She wakes up to the beauty of a misty morning. Icy fog encamping her home. With a cup of warm cider, she stands in the door way of her small apartment and thinks, ‘how lucky am I?’