The Roof

I am on my roof
The wind blows like a hug
That almost knocks you over
Waiting for the right time

It swims towards me
Pushes off nothingness
And hurls at me
Harder than before

But the view knocks me down
Stronger than the wind
It is like pure gold

The trees swaying to music

They say they can’t hear it
But I can

So I sway with them
To their quiet sound