 Treedance poem by Ferr E alone on AuthorsDenFeatured Authors: Mark Radford, iGary Varner, iJoAnna Drelleshak, iMarcus Dino, iTom Hyland, iPhyllis Jean Green, iJay Onwukwe, i I Do Not Deserve You Just Random Thoughts Holiday Season Words on Paper Velvet Passion Butterfly Flight Patterns Opened Senses No Plans Dance of Fairies SS Me Selfishly Await Ignorance Is Bliss Richieby Ferr E alone Thursday, December 05, 2002Print Save Become a Fan Leaves rustling and cicada songs fill the vast silence.The harmony here is boundless.I look at the world not as I knew it; matured.Is this what it takes to be one with nature?The treedance is as endless as time.Even their branches do their own jig.The bigger ones move hardly at all, while the smaller ones sway freely. New or old, each treedance is a lesson told.The treedance has been initiated.Father of the wind begins his ancient ode to the trees.They begin to sing, more like a whisper, a dance for all the curious onlookers.The earth song also begins as the wind runs through the forest like a madman running from the asylum. Look, another tree has fallen to the ground its leaves adorn.The treedance is not happy as I thought, this dance carries a heavy heart, a dance of mourn.Trees old and new do the treedance, unlearned but constantly the same. Will they do this dance forever or until they become the paper I write on?it seems something always has to die, so that something else can live...;-Good write!I really like this, particularly the comparison of the earth song to a madman running. Lets hope those trees will live to dance again with joy when we learn to live in harmony with the earth. Nice poem! 