For most the melody and the beat

Are a chance to simply move their feet.

For children whose hearts feel deep and wide

Every tune’s an ocean’s pull at tide.

For the dancer trained with precision

Planned steps come without decision.

For you and me the dance is our life

Shall we tango as man and wife?

There’s not a greater joy than to move

This song played only for me and you.

Our waltz a mix of follow and lead

Taking turns to star, to lift, to bleed.

Until we’re dancing on air above

I’ll be your eternal partner, my love.

I’m not sure why every leaf must die.

There comes a day when one does try

To hang on to its sturdy friend

But this one’s life, must too, end.

It joins the mass grave of fallen colors

Finding a place to rest among its brothers.

The colorful pile might bring some joy

To a photographer or a jumping boy.

But most become composted gunk

Wallowing there beneath the trunk.

Let’s celebrate their mindless fate

And for their return patiently wait.