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10/27/2002

Dancing

~Dancing~
In a forest deep in winter
Dances a child of spring
She is golden in her color
and her eyes sparkle green
The forest people call her wild
They chant her name softly
As winter winds die from her smile
Toes barely touch frozen ground
Her arms embrace the glacial air
She steps around the dormant trees
Laughing music all the while
Dancing towards that far off time
when green replaces greys
and longer are the days
In a forest deep in winter
Dances a child of spring
She is golden in her color
and her eyes sparkle green
~End~