Harmony
Once when a tree was all there was to see I saw her branches dance with abandon in obedience to the wind I saw her leaves drop and die and dance The obedience of which I speak takes life from the yellow and breathes life into the green Here, when the wind-master calls your duty is to dance till you drop Dead I ask a dying leaf “why do you keep dancing to this senseless tune of death” he responds, still dancing, “at first I sought the path of defiance but age has since taught me that the wind is a master that one must not resist” ...