by Grace, age 14

Twisting, twirling
Tiny acrobats
Whispering softly
Inthe breeze
Listen to what they say
Peace, Joy, happiness
Singing sweetly
If only you’ll listen
Smell the air
See them dance
Their music cries for
Patience, hope, love
With wisdom eternal
And grace forever
They change, let go
And return
Ceaseless, unending,
Singing softly in the breeze