Entranced by the dance.

Flood me with love

I wonder

I wonder why the geese fly high;

Creating patterns in the sky?

A group enraptured in a dance.

The stunning art of Providence.

I wonder why most trees are tall?

Standing close.I feel quite small.

The branches shiver in the breeze.

Ballet of winter,dancing trees

I wonder why the sun curves round

A path I see here from the ground?

The sun gives light which softly shines.

An Arche de Triomphe for the pines.

I wonder why two robins fed

On our crumbs of seeded bread?

Such sweet songs of courtship sound!

Life goes round and round and round.



About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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