introspection

There are these trees, all over the place,
And its supposed to be there..
It has to be cooler,
With only a bit of that sun kissing the feet, mellow.
You would listen to ripples,
And I, the wind.
Petals would come down, touch you, and fall on me
There has to a pebble, to scrape the ground.
The red one, broken from a brick.
It has to be lonely.
Like us.
And the leaves will ave to be all over.