• The large white blanket
    Streched out over the tree's
    The scent of pine
    Begins to engulf me

    Hand in hand
    We hold each other
    Dancing to the rythm
    of the soft tone sung
    by the wind and the whispers
    of the animals creeping about

    We spin and we twirl
    Laughing in glee
    The air is chilled
    Yet we continue
    Dipping and twisting
    Must it end. . .

    Our heat wont last
    As the day sinks low
    Yet all we seem to know
    Is our motion, our movement
    Please I am begging. . Dont let me go

    This is our dance
    Our care free world
    Our bitter oasis
    Lets dance till our body is froze
    Than dance some more