Spinning with Hugs from Trees

I bound out into the blooming!
now into the green and awakening summer,
where I skim down the front hill
with the summer breeze
rushing past my face.
 
Then I hug my
hardwood friends:
the trees, with their tanning
trunks and friendly arms
that reach for anyone
who chances on their
quiet abode.
Spinning blissfully with their
hugs in my heart,
I watch the trees frisking
in a spirited wind,
then I flop
onto my back
and stare
at the sky in its
bold blue face