Three-quarters of the world dances all night,
the waves moving as they do on the seas.
And when the wind takes a tree in its arms,
what happens then?
The green branches of the earth may seem to
reach out to touch us if we near them in a forest,
a meadow, a field.
Does not all sway to a rhythm that began long
before we stood upright?
We are in the mountain’s home, just guests.
Guests of the sky, the streams, the giving soil
we all nurse from.
Would not you be happier following their example –
bowing in unseen ways, then rising up?
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