LOCKDOWN LIFE .... 4

LOCKDOWN LIFE ... 4

In "my" park, across the street,

Wind whips through my beloved trees.

They quail, they flail, at thought of hail,

As though assailed by swarm of bees.

A storm is brewing, it would seem,

And trees are making ready.

Lifting, shifting, stabilising,

To ensure that they're quite steady.

When a flashing storm comes, lashing,

The trees are well-prepared.

They stand their ground, and brace themselves,

THEY will not be scared!

When all, eventually, quietens down,

I look forward to a walk.

After several weeks of lockdown,

The trees will want to talk.

Their whispers, syllables of secrecy,

Are comprehensible to me.

For, as a Nature-loving languages graduate,

I am absolutely fluent - in "Tree"!!

Ffion