Ballet of the Breeze

In the night the tops of trees look feathered in the winter breeze

Though made of twigs and sticks and bark they do not stand idly in park

Firmly in the ground they grow waiting to be covered by snow

And though they’ve lost their leaves for now to human nor beast they will not bow

In winter’s night their branches dance for the wind’s song had them entranced

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