Dancing Shadows

Beneath the trees, where light does weave, The shadows play, a dance divine; In flickered hues, our hearts believe, In nature’s arms, the soul’s entwine.

A gentle breeze, the leaves react, Like laughter shared, in simple glee; Each rustle sounds, a sweet contract, In shared existence, you and me.

So let us dance where shadows call, In harmony with earth and sky; For in this playful, tender thrall, We find the essence of our why.

• Helen M B M Maud