Empty

by Stanley Revelle '27

Empty, empty, still trees

Stand quiet with their remaining leaves

Wind blows near Trees hold dear

To their barely linking orange leaves That turn and toss with the swaying trees Their branches stretch out bare

At them I stare

As the season passes by With each leaf that will surely die I feel at peace When all the winds cease The stillness of the trees engulfs me When I snap out I can clearly see That this world was carefully designed for me