The wind chimes play a rowdy tune
The branches dance with glee
The rain sits out a dance or two;
This one’s just wind and tree.
I did not plan to take time off,
Just an hour of two,
But I enjoy watching the dance
I want to see it through.
The sweeping grace, the frantic pace
The bow, the whirl, the spin
A rest between the dances, then
It all begins again!
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