As I was skipping down a path, a scattering of leaves
Was caught up very quickly by a strong and surly breeze
It whipped them in a spiral which rose and fell in time
To mirror every step I made, my skipping it would mime
I turned to go around it but it moved as if it knew
Which way I’d go, and don’t you know, it shifted that way to
In shocked surprise I stopped and watched its merry little dance
And then I started whirling as I thought I’d take a chance
Who has ever danced the dance of the twirling little leaves
Except those golden petals which swirl and interweaves
I raised my arms up overhead while turning round and round
Delighted in this cool new game of I which I had just found
Like dancers in a ball room we moved across the floor
Sunlight streaming through the trees, who could ask for more
Then all at once the wind died down and the leaves came to a rest
And I knew the dance was over or at least I surely guessed
So I bowed quite low, to let them know, I was happy of the dance
While thinking of the fun I’d had, without a backwards glance
I starting skipping down the path beneath the shaded eaves
I got the chance to dance the dance of the twirling little leaves
written by Rose McFarland
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