The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The enchanted trees twirl round and round

The fog hides their dance

Each one does a slow dance in the mist

The older ones just sit and watch,

sighing at the rememberances of past dances

The young coax the old to join in the mid-day sun

This requires no words

The clouds look down in pleasure,

and even the grayest of clouds turns lighter

Each tries to stop its slow cycle of formation as not to leave

But the wind pushes them on

The clouds and birds look back at the trees,

and some birds come to perch on their branches

Sorrow overcomes the clouds;

but they were happy just to have seen the dance

And wish this night never ends

Neither did I

I was watching carefully, close to the forest

And when the trees danced, it took my breath away.

This magic only happens every one hundred years

That's what makes this night so special

What a beautiful scene

But, I am forced to leave

The slow dance went on and on,

and the leaves of the young trees gleam in the darkness

The evening is over

Over until another hundred years from now

Gone

But, I have a feeling I'll never forget;

The day when trees dance