Dear clouds, the way you float around

Makes the wind a magical sound

Your curvaceous poofs

Are so big at noon

And the sun makes everything golden

Without it we would be the cold ones

The trees rock from side to side

It’s where all the birds hide

The birds sing till it’s time to fly away

Where it’s warm, it’s miles away

But soon they’ll return

And we’ll no longer yearn

For their sweet melodies

Which decorate the trees