The clouds are a skimming <br />Over the tops of the trees. <br />The birds are all chirping <br />Announcing a dawn symphony. <br />The world is a turning <br />In a heaven that’s spinning. <br />The traffic is moving <br />In a flow that’s confusing. <br />And heads are all nodding <br />In one single motion, <br />These words that are dancing are free! <br />And the clouds are a skimming <br />Over the tops of the trees.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-for-joy/
