Tree Ballet Poem by Mable Jo Baker

Five Italian cypress trees
Standing in a row,
Like tall and slender sentinels,
Until the wind begins to blow!

They slip into their dancing shoes
And do a great ballet!
They whirl and bend and waltz around,
They swirl and weave and sway!

Bowing low in unison,
In dizzy circles flowing,
Exquisite choreography!
And planned for just this showing!

I stand here by my window
And watch, in fascination!
They bow in perfect harmony,
I clap my appreciation!