Won’t you like to dance as the tree leaves do when the wind drifts past?
Don’t be shy, let burden, toss your hands in the sky, and have some fun
Tree leaves sail on the wingless breeze
They swerve and scatter at the winds bidding
Birds are amused at the strange flyers
Who had neither legs nor fluffy wings
Dance from the soul,
Make merry with life,
Fill this heart’s vase,
With hope & gratitude
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