My earth bound roots supported my thrust into the sky;
There I stood majestic til the forester came by.
His arm with lethal weapon brought me crashing down,
To cut me up and shape me for planks to grace the town
This might of forest beauty now holds their garden beds,
Elegant space of limb and grace
Rhythmic poise and promise
with tunes so timeless ever flowing
the dances begin their warm up –
stretching, bending, twirling,
muscles moving like a shimmering moon
movement fast ; a spectacle of swaying and emotion
mysterious, joyful and surrendered.
