Tree Song

The trees sing with the wind and seasons
With their song and for their own reasons
The sunlight filters as a reflection of notes
Treble in the manner that the leaves denotes
The shadows are the base, the cool base
Where creatures find their  hiding place
And scurry with purpose if they show
To where, only they would know
And butterflies flash their colors in brief visits
As they flit in the sun as hopeless romantics
And the deer in the shadows watch warily
As we stroll our path, blithely and merrily 

*** did you see the deer?