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
But I can
So I sway with them
To their quiet sound