In time with tune, that only some can hear.
With fingers poised, expression to enhance,
A strong routine, performance will be clear,
So sit and watch a mesmerising dance.
The wind will pull and twist and tug each leaf
But branches strong will bind and hold with care.
Sad truth to say, their time together brief,
One heavy gust, the leaf flies through the air.
A saddened heart will watch but cannot stop,
The distance grows and sorrow fills the space.
The howling wind may call but will not drop,
Until that leaf has vanished without trace.
As seasons pass, new strength will surely grow,
And leaves still dance, when soft breeze starts to blow.