At the top of the road, <br />tall black trees wear crow's nests <br />like untidy Maori headdresses. <br />A passing breeze transforms stiff trees <br />into Polynesian dancers <br />swaying in the sun. <br />Crows call out drumbeat <br />and the leaves sing.<br /><br />June Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tall-trees-3/
