beam
If I were a tree
Mom won't scold me for soiling my clothes again. Little sparrows will meekly hang a string of notes on my arm. Naughty butterflies will slide quietly, while dusty squirrels will jump around me and weave a shade net.
Hey! The hateful woodpecker tickled me with its sharp beak.
wind
No one has ever seen the wind.
Needless to say, I support you.
But when the leaves tremble,
We know it's windy there.
No one has ever seen the wind.
Needless to say, I support you.
But when the treetops nod,
We know the wind will pass.
No one has ever seen the wind.
Needless to say, I support you.
But when the river ripples,
We knew the wind was coming to play.