The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaflets –
Shimmies about in affable yellow.
My gaze can’t help but be captivated
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.
In the wind, swaying charismatically –
Every leaf is twirled as a ballerina –
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
I think I hear an underlying viola –
Oh, light – would you dance with me?
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