The Green Dancer
Shimmering
Shaking
Flowing
Blowing
Staying firm
Yet moved this way and that
My home is here
Till autumn's chill
Changes me
Loosens me
Frees me
To travel with
The blowing wind
By wiggling and dancing.
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