Come Dance With Me Poem by James Gibbons

The sun beams danced,
they danced on the roof,
and they danced with the trees,
and they danced on the branches,
turning green to gold.
The wind said dance with me.
The branches whirled and swayed.
The voices of the skylarks danced in air,
floating in the wind.
Carried aloft by the gentle breezes.
And the people heard the sound,
their feet started to move and they danced.
Moved to the rhythm blowing through their hair.
The musicians played and they danced,
dancing single and in a pair/
The songs danced in air.
The music carried aloft by the breeze,
carried until it overflowed;
and filled the whole world with song.