The dance begins.
Wind tugging at the trees
Jostling all the leaves
In a hurry to be free.
In their varied coloured splendor
Away they go dancing in the breeze.
A flight that takes their fancy.
As they sway gently, swirling silently
Floating here and there.
The dance is slow,
Each step so much rhythm.
The tempo varies,
Now a jig, now a waltz.
The dance floor is crowded.
Dancers all around.
Some is a hurry to get to the ground.
Suddenly the dance ends in silence
As they touch the earth
Back to where the land
Gave them birth.
The dance is ended.