A type of excitement builds in the old-growth forest deep
Anticipation growing of the up-and-coming sleep
A time in nature when all the grand trees with all their extended branches
Stand together as one while they firmly secure their stances
A reunion of sorts that celebrates the timely chance
To bond in admiration and unity toward the great dance
It is this dance of life that two-steps through the trees
With a glorious to-ing and fro-ing above the fallen leaves
The trees with needles of green that remain in place as a testament of strength
Proving that trees are fully committed to natures lasting length
The winter winds will come and those cold winds will blow
Providing majestic movement that is both measured and slow
There is no more rustling of leaves to hear
It is only gusty sounds that the old trees will hold near
A period of reflection at this restorative time of year
That allows for consideration of all things held as dear
Come join the ancient trees as they sway towards rest
While they generously invite all free birds to come create new nests
As they accept and enter into slumber with hope nestled down in their roots
They trust that before spring rises there will be an ending to disputes