Dance with the wind
While the world is locked up indoors
the universe is relaxed
undisturbed,
breathing,
the trees they are happy
as the stream runs
between their roots
they grow,
they dance with the wind
their roots are tickled
with the running stream,
as the sun rays on their face
with grace, they spread their
branches and dance
with the wind.
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