The wind blows softly through the trees
Softly it caresses the leaves
Its delicate touch mores them
And makes them twinkle like stars.
The smaller branches move as well
The wind moving them like music does dancers.
Each branch has its own dance,
And each dance celebrates the others'.
The trunks and bigger branches don't move much at all
Letting the smaller parts move in their excitement
Like parents with small children
The bigger branches anchor and watch out for those smaller than themselves.