Dance Among the Trees is about the fate of a leaf as autumn changes to winter.

Oh to dance among the trees,
Of crimson red or forest green,
Free as a lark or bird of blue,
Delicate as a drop of dew.
To pirouette first up then down,
Or slowly sway to kiss the ground,
Until the wind draws up a gust,
Begin again as autumn must.
Graceful as a falling star,
Strumming , strumming- old guitar,
Finale radiant though veins be crisp,
Dropping, dropping in pale mist.
Children gather among the trees
Cascading colors . . . a frenzied breeze
Triumphant flies her fate once more,
Whirling, whirling to meet the floor.
She dances once, she dances twice-
Among the trees to greet the ice,
Wintery boughs shall miss her dance,
Among the trees upon a branch.

SDF

Wow!! That is soooo beautiful Mystique!
Thank you for sharing that with us.

Such graceful personification of something we all so love to see! Beautifully written- can I be a leaf dancing in the trees as I fall?

Thank you for all the feedback

That was beauiful

Awesome girl you do have a way with words

Thank you Txs... this is one of my favorites.

Beautifully executed, a brilliant rendition of one of the most exquisite seasons. Thank you for sharing.

Bumping this back up... cus it's one of my favorites. LOL

beautiful suz love it