Hope leaps
as the wind runs through the trees
and the leaves spin round,
each one tied on differently
Joy abounds
as sunlight splatters through the branches
in patterns inimitable to all but themselves;
each part of Creation all alone
unique unto itself
Now this one
now that one
plunges to the foreground
and dances the dance
it was given to dance
doing what no one has ever done
before
