The Laughter Of Trees (Poem)

Do the trees laugh

To see their brightly hued leaves

Swirl on the wind

Then fall to form a glorious colorful carpet?

Do they mourn the loss

Of their seasonal raiment

That partially cloaks them

From over-curious prying stares?

Perhaps, like us, their response

Can be both or mixed or changeable.

I don’t understand the ways of humans.

I would never dare to presume with trees.