I was walking through morning mist, in a forest not so dense, <br />When I came across a wonderful site, that didn't make any sense. <br />I saw movement all around, yet there was not a soul to be seen, <br />Unless of course I count the trees that were dancing, oh so pristine <br /> <br />Limbs reaching out like massive arms, expressing joy and amusement, <br />Roots rustling beneath the ground, struggling to increase their movement <br />Dressed in moss with sculptured trunks, their beauty was amazing, <br />And years from now when I tell this tale, their spirits I will be praising. <br /> <br />Accosted by sapling tart, I was twirled from tree to tree, <br />I became part of the festival, and my spirit was set free, <br />I had only happy thoughts, and I heart was set afire, <br />Dancing with these lovely trees was now my only desire. <br /> <br />Dancing trees in the mist, natures beauty alive and free, <br />Truly incredible vision that the entire world should see. <br />Dancing trees, dancing trees, raise your arms and rejoice, <br />Let the world see your dance, let them hear your inner voice.<br /><br />Rik Bertrand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-trees-3/
