Dancing Trees

Come.
Move with these trees.
Awaken to the divine rhythm.
Acknowledge the beat of the drum, the natural syncopation
Let the trees move, reach, expand through the whole imagination
Feel that.
This movement is the dance that nature created
Rooted in places hidden from the eye
This movement is what the creator anticipated
Grounded in spaces where the soul don’t cry

These trees dance in the light of life.
These trees move to an orchestra of wind.
The leaves and limbs sway and bow;
The branches break and bend.
Move with natural instruments and measures
Together, unbound and untamed;
Move together soul and solar power, work remains undone
Rays beam bright, radiant light
Shine, oh shine bright sun.

Reign over these trees, give life when you weep
Quench the thirst of movement as your droplets fall on leaves
Provide the metered syncopation that the dancing trees need
Raindrop to sunlight, roots to soil;
Soul and spirit guided by nature’s toil
Dancing trees don’t bow til the movement is complete
Dancing trees don’t stop ‘cause your movement guides these feet.