A slight breeze gently dances in and out of the shady trees.

As the trees’ branches sway wearily with it,

Leaves rustle as the wind swirls and plays with them,

They, too, play with the wind as their slow, deep rustle s laugh back at it.

Never ceasing, the wind tries to play with the grass.

The grass starts up a waltz in time to the wind,

Plants near and close take up the waltz,

Creating a ballroom with the conductor, wind.

Faster, now slower,

Lively, now gentle,

Each blow has a different tempo making each piece different.

As the bugs sing every song in tune to the wind,

As the wind mellows and slows,

Though the bugs continue,

The dance slows to a stop

Til’ the wind wants to play again.

- Emily Jensen