Dance

It’s never just the one thing It’s mostly the dance Of countless pages of water That makes us look at the ocean The tango of darkness and light Which shapes the shadow out of nowhere in sight? And when the rain drops touch the earth Masters of tap-dancing bow their heads with delight Of Swans, we all know their elegance Guiding the movement in the most beautiful ballet dance If the earth, light, and ocean are not enough to make you wonder Look at the birds in their rhythm the entire sky they conquer And you know for sure it’s a dance When you see many things, but they feel as one.