Dancing With the Leaves
The leaves that rustle on the breeze
to tickle dawn’s delight
The leaves that whistle in the wind
as dusk decides its fate
The leaves that dance to celebrate
through every waking day
They say, get up, find joy
and hope that someone, everyone
is dancing with the leaves
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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