Trees swaying, sashaying in the breeze
Bending, bowing
Onlookers wow-ing
Trees scooping, swishing in the wind
Dancing, dipping
Nearly skipping!
So graceful, although they have no feet
Promenading,
Never fading.
Perfect timing, they never miss a beat
Gently blowing,
Ever growing.
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Trees swaying, sashaying in the breeze Bending, bowing Onlookers wow-ing//////// wow yeah wow- ing// excellent poem shared
Thank you, Mahtab! It is like the audience, the onlookers, are applauding the dance of the trees.
dancing in the wind with the summer breeze putting my mind completely at ease
{{{{{LOUIS! }}}}}! ! ! ! ! Always a delight to hear from you! Yes, I'm back in the saddle again, after an absence where real life's demands took me away from writing poetry for awhile (I moved: a major undertaking.) Still learning my way and orienting myself to my new environs, but a poet can never stop writing for long. Poems seem to find their way to the surface of your mind at the most unexpected times! Love your rhyming comment! :)
Nature in motion! ! Dance of the trees. 🤗 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I smiled at your comment, Sandra. Haven't met a malicious tree yet! (Well, the apple-throwing meanies in the classic film " The Wizard of Oz" had malice, but we must remember that they'd been charmed by a witch!) :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful and delightful poem...10++++
Thanks so much, Bernard! :)