A tree beyond my bedroom window stands,
with fragile drooping branches hanging low,
as if to touch the ground with trailing hands,
with movements like a dancer, lithe and slow.
Slow Dance
Poems and Reflections on Life and Happiness
Poems and Reflections on Life and Happiness
A tree beyond my bedroom window stands,
with fragile drooping branches hanging low,
as if to touch the ground with trailing hands,
with movements like a dancer, lithe and slow.