Nature and Him The sway of the trees back and forth my body travels The leaves dance upon the wind their whirling shadows fill the air Mine eyes are fixed in constant stare My body frozen, except for the sway I'm as alert as possible, for the slightest sign A sudden movement or snap of a twig Some rustled leaves, he is on his way Is it a deer? you ask. no, it's Dad That as good as seeing game Spending time with nature and him. September 9, 1990