Shadows of a Tree

The shadows of the tree,

Reaching out,

Throughout the day,

Changing direction when the sun has its way,

Branches naked and bare,

After the fall,

But if the sun shines,

The shadows show on the floor,

So many stories,

The shadows could tell,

Of shadows created,

During the seasons spells,

Of shadows dormant on a woodland floor,

Or when the winds blows of dancing evermore,