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.
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