As I lay asleep on the couch,
I hear these sounds go tap, tap, tap.
I opened my eyes and gazed outside,
And saw the canopies flap, flap, flap.
I thought it was just a dream,
So I closed my eyes to dream a real dream.
The wind is strong, it sings a song,
Blowing and hissing outside my home.
I asked myself, “Is this a real dream?”
For I shall wake up, and stop dreaming.
As I woke up and peered through the window,
The Cypress trees were swaying to-and-fro!
Outside the door as I stood watching,
The wind continued to sing,
Loud and strong, I started dancing.
This is real, it is not a dream!
It feels so cold and it is chilling,
Yet it feels good, dancing with the wind.
I smell the fragrance of the Cypress trees,
Wafted by the winter breeze.
How sweet of you, Cypress trees,
But I must go in, I might sneeze and freeze!