swaying

May 24, 2006 22:07

trees grown from land
rocky and sandy
swaying in light wind
their song calls out across the night
singing gracefully
as they dance
limbs gyrating, combing the air.
cleansing our breath with crooning dances.
patterns form in the air
residual movements frozen in time
soon their dance is one blur
calmly vibrating at my frequency
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