Nature’s Theatre

Wisps of wind wander through the forest,
Grazing the gentlest tips of the tree limbs,
A leaf is carried away upon its twirling strands,
Slowly to rest kindly in my wildly swept hair,
This is my invitation,
For until now, I was not a part of this ballet,
The trees bow and rise,
The leaves twist to mark my steps,
And I follow the sweeping nature of this display,
And sweetly the drip, drip of the rain begins to tumble,
It is the orchestra of this piece,
And I feel the rhythm,
And succumb to its pleasure,
The sun glistening between the shimmering leaves is my spotlight,
And I am lead by my soul in a dance I have always known,
But slowly dusk falls instead of rain,
And the wind stills in the tree,
And I leave, damp, and content,
For the long walk home



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