Everything was still. Everything was still. Everything is still.
My hair is warm and it heats my face
As the yellow sun shines down and blankets my pale skin.
A puddle of water at the bottom of the hill I rest on is illuminated;
Mirrors in the grass.
The leaves on the trees dance contently with the wind.
The branches, wanting not to feel left out, join in on the dance.
Its a tango.
The world is so big and I am so small.
I'd dance with the trees, but they're far too tall.
this is really cute. i love the last line.
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