The Dancing Tree

On a windy day

I was not happy

but I was not sad

and the sky was blue

and it was grey

I looked out my window

for people and dreams

No one looked back at me

but a dancing tree

two branches, laughing

smiling, loving, enjoying,

dancing to the rhythms of the wind

and then it looked away

even when I begged it to stay

even when I prayed to god

And a passenger walked by

but he couldn't see

how could it be?

I was not dreaming

it was dancing for me