I Saw the Tree Sprites Dancing
Upon a wood-walk, evening
I saw the tree sprites dancing.
Lovely sprites, in fall dress;
whirling, twirling to the tune of the autumn winds
and I couldn’t resist, I just had to dance with them.
Perhaps the others walking with me, didn’t notice
or maybe they thought I’d lost my mind...they just laughed as I spun; arms reaching out in elation.
We danced together; an explosion of colors;
composition of bold-neon souls,
reeling upon Earth's canvas.
Tree sprites, the folk-of-the-wood are the,
magical, mystical spirits of the trees;
I am elated that they allowed me to participate.
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