I see a busy tree
outside, moving left and right,
like a young boxer in the wind.
The trees in my view,
dancing to and fro in a concert
by nature, called early summer.
weather in Virginia is not so nice today...trees are doing just that plus it's raining too....
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Great imagery and metaphor, profound thoughts in brevity.