into the air
waving to the wind
to the wind up there.
I saw a squirrel climb up the tree
to the highest branch
so his tail could dance
with the bright green living dancing leaves.
I heard a bird up in the tree
whistling songs to the dancing breeze,
and the squirrel’s tail dancing happily,
and orange sunlight shimmering.
I heard the squirrel start chattering
with the bird song whistling
in the whirling whispered dancing breeze
that fluttered all those dancing leaves.
I saw a world up in that tree
with dancing tails and sun bright leaves
and chattering and whistled songs
and wind of course to hold it all.
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