The dancers gather
Music transformation
The moonlight is blazing through the branches
Like lasers beaming down
Revealing life among the shadows and they’re dancing on the ground
The beat comes in waves we cannot hear
The leaves wave like fingers in the air
The rhythm pounding silent to our ears
And the dancers gather round.
They sway to music floating freely
The spirit moves them swiftly and with ease
Creating patterns moving gently
Like carefree whispers in the breeze
Don’t rush away the moment
Hold on to it like your breath
For all too soon the clouds will roll in
Until the shadows are all thats left.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Fiction
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Beautiful piece.
So gorgeous! I felt like nature came to life in this; so spiritual and moving!