Do you see how the hanging leaf dances?
Its rhythm is nonsensical.
Here. There. There. Here. Further down.
Shimmer. Shimmer. Here.
It bows with a stronger wind.
it goes into a mild and resounding clap.
It is wet in the morning
And crumbled in the fall.
It boasts of its green
and adorns its yellow.
I can see it smile under the sunlight
And swing with the falling rain.
Here is the dancing leaf
that lives beside my window