The Dance of the Trees

Have you ever seen the dance, the dance of the trees?

They do it every Spring when they sway in the breeze.

I decided one Spring that I too would join the dance.

I climbed up a tree and sat on the seat of my pants.

I wrapped my legs round the trees scratchy middle.

The dance soon began with a rustle and ripple.

A ripple of leaves from one end to the other,

As the wind passes through the leaves of my brothers.

Our sway, right on cue as we step in to advance. 

Our branches all jostle and wiggle and dance.

The dance can go on for a day, maybe two.

When the wind soon decides the hustle is through.

I squeeze the tree tightly and give it a hug.

The thrill I have had is much like a bug’s.

A bug that springs from a cocoon and takes flight.

Oh how I have loved the dance and delight.

Have you ever seen the dance, the dance of the trees?

They do it every Spring when they sway in the breeze.

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