Appreciative Audience. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Soft moonlight filters through the trees
Which seem to dance to melodies
Created by the gentle breeze.

The shadows on the ground dance too
Or to my eyes they appear to
Disintegrate then form anew.

Sometimes the clouds blot out the light
The shadows gain a brief respite.
Rejoin the darkness of the night.

But clouds move on and when they do
And once again moonlight shows through.
The trees will dance, the shadows too.

The sun will rise to start the day.
The dancing shadows hide away
But where they hide no man can say.

The sun completes his daily quest.
Journeying from east to west.
Then sinks below the sea to rest.

The moon will rise she rules the night
Then once again to my delight
She bathes the trees in silver light.

The melodies played by the breeze
Will re awake the sleeping trees.
To dance again with practiced ease.

Beneath the trees reluctantly
the shadows still dance gracefully.
I watch in silence gratefully.

I know they do not dance for me
And I am privileged to see
The shadows dance under the trees.

Friday,23 September 2011
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