Parallel lines have a lot in common but they never meet. Ever. You might think that's sad. But every other pair of lines meets once but then drifts apart forever. Which is pretty sad too.
the wind whistled back,
swaying the trees,
to and fro, to and fro,
grass and bush joined the dance,
each to the same harmonized melody,
individual dandelion seeds waltzed through the air flow,
spiralling away from their origin,