Stillness in Summertime & Dreamscape (Rictameter practice)

A friend suggested trying rictameter, so here are a few I came up with:

Stillness in Summertime

The trees
Speak only if
Spoken to, their voices
Fall victim to the breeze and the
Whispers of the crows as they fly back north.
Listen carefully, friend of mine,
For the music is in
Silent calls of
The trees.

Dreamscape

Falling
Through a blank space,
Til I am shook awake.
The rest of the day spent dreaming
Of the wind whipping my face as I drop
Through surreality's darkness.
This place is not freedom;
Freedom is in
Falling.