The young boy was proud
Of his dancing as his limbs flailed,
And he giggled until his breath,
Huffed and he fell happily
To the earth.
The bush undulated,
Swirling colors like a Mexican skirt,
As the wind pushed and tugged.
It’s dance wild and carefree
Full of life.
The jellyfish flowed,
Waving it’s tentacles like ribbons
As currents twisted and pulsed.
A soft and sensuous dance
Slow drifting.
I missed NaPoWriMo Day 5 but today I got inspired as I watched the wind.
The Different Drummer 