As the wind blows
I spread my arms,
I sway in joy,
And ecstatic freedom.
With roots embedded,
In great mother earth,
Unbridled, I dance,
To the music of god.
The leaves they flutter,
My branches swirl,
Not holding on,
Like a dancing girl.
It may be breeze
Or a violent storm
I do not fear
That I might fall
For fall I may
Uprooted to ground
As a sad remnant
Of erstwhile splendor?
Yet sway in Joy
And ecstatic freedom
I know not death
But only Life!!
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