Of all things in this life
That I'll never be
Is a dancer, for I've been blessed
With two left feet.
Should a time arrive when
The two of us walk amongst
The beauty of the woods
Just one time I'd like to try and
Dance with you.
We won't need an accompaniment
Of an orchestra or a band
We'll have the music of the ages
To help us glide our steps.
The wings of the butterfly as she makes
Her journey home.
The whine of the mosquito as she searches
For her nightly meal.
The buzz of the hummingbird as he lands softly
Searching for his nectar in the lillies of the field.
The cicadas singing their high-pitched song
Looking for their intimate encounter that
Perpetuates their life cycle.
The crickets chirping out
To set our feet into rhythm.
Our arms embracing as our eyes
Gaze deeply into each other
Communicating a closeness
A bonding
A sensation like no other.
A dance with purpose
A dance with daring
A dance shared by two special friends
The music:
Never-ending.
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