The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.

A turning of a page like the seasons tend to be.

They feel it coming long before.

Like people, the change is sensed before they heed.

If humans were in tune with nature like the birds.

They would never question how they read.

Emotions are like trees.

Steady but ever-changing.

Being in tune with oneself is all one really needs.

The birds they crow a weeping melody, as the trees are clean of leaves.

If I could be in tune like that I would never need.