Wind Dancer

Wind Dancer poem Lionel Derbyshire Blessed is the morning new My eyes delight at the dew Through my window light I gaze at the sight Of the morning glory The willow tree sways like flory In tune with the wind and her branches blow left and her branches blow right and they bow down. to show off their splendour ending in serene silence. Quietly the wind cries again the dancing starts again left and right little up and little down. The willow in her morning glory dance. Over performing. Her wind dancing Just showing me How she dance's With the wind.