The Water Dance
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While talking to the moon about my day
How strange, when from the east, a minstral wind
As sleeping trees began to gently sway
Dead leaves upon the ground found life again
I cast my gaze out o'er the rippling lake
The minstrel had my friend the moon entranced
Because, a billion tiny golden flakes
Were lost, as playfully he water danced
And yet somehow I didn't seem to mind
Though rudely interrupted by the winds
The moon and I can talk most any time
One reason he and I are such good friends
I wonder if you've ever had the chance
To watch the moon perform his water dance
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
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