The wind teaches
the bare trees
how to dance
The trees try but
they are not agile and thrash
like a beached fish
I wonder why
the wind does not
just give up
Its next lesson may
be more fruitful
The green leaves
flutter in the wind
against the bare tree
I wish that the
wind would teach
me how to dance
I wonder if
I would ever be
the wind’s great pupil
