The bent tree

The roots are drumming
With their toes buried deep and humming

They are sending an unlikely rhythm
Up and so vigorous that they cannot fathom

So tireless are the leaves, waving as they warn
About the new dance from now on

The wind is forced to obey and subdue
As the caged birds sing their resting place in due

All is surrendering for the day has come
When the bent tree is straightened for the ravaged sum