Dancing in the moonlight....
Its just dark enough to see the moonlight dance through the trees
I reminds me of how it use to be long ago before anyone clamed to have rights to be,
It may be how it all began the way the trees dance in the moonlight all I know is it a sight to see dancing just for me,
Is this what my forefathers use to see
before there was that dam thing called tv,
I guess I will never know
because they are in the dance a part of the trees,
Is it right for me to watch or should I let them dance alone
If they did not want me here they would not let me near,
So I watch them winds make them dance again swaying and
Dancing again .........
inkmaster
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