The Wind Blows

The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
Making them speak,
And rustle.
The green leaves twirl,
And dance, along the branches,
Which seem to hum,
As the air rushes by.
They swing, and sway,
As if they are thinking,
That it doesn’t matter what people think,
Just that they are letting loose,
And being flexible,
With any place the wind takes them.
They are adventurous,
Courageous, and confident. 
The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
And letting them be brave.