The tree bark is rough
And crumbles in my hand
I love dancing in Nature,
Though I do not understand.
The stars shine bright
From millions into the past
I love dancing in the Sky
Even if I’m not as fast.
The floor cushions under
And gently rocks to sleep
I love dancing at Home
Though I have nothing to eat.
The chair rocks steady
As the wind blusters by
I love dancing on the Porch
And don’t need a reason why.
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