Dancing Summer’s Dance
Kristin Towe
There is an empty field
with nothing but a tree
which underneath I sit and sigh
and breathe the summer breeze.
A canopy of leaves
a shelter from the sun
so when the rain comes falling
no damage to me is done
Beautiful are the branches
that hold me as I climb
to the very treetop
and gaze out at the skies.
It is a tree of life
and I am just a branch
clinging to the trunk
dancing summer’s dance.