As They Please
by Te
The trees dance.
on this crisp autumn morning
they sway
they jitterbug
as they please
they romance
as they please
and i watch as i waltz
looking longingly from
this masquerade ball
wanting nothing
but to strip off this facade
to step out of beat
but my feet won't flee
from the rhythm of
from the march to
this beat that leaves
my feet aching
my head pounding
my mind escaping
but only my mind
As I watch the trees
Dance as they please.
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