The Trees Dance
Wind,
rising.
The trees dance
to whispered songs.
Swaying to and fro on this summer night.
The breeze freshens the air all around us.
Sweet smelling night.
Fragrant air
surrounds
us.
Heat
dispelled
on a breeze.
We sit and watch
trees that are dancing for our enjoyment.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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