The Dancing Tree and Me

Dancing tree, dancing tree, come dance with me; dance the night away as I sleep, when I wake I will dance, when I sleep you will dance. Our rhythm on peak, the wind is singing feeding your movements through the breeze. A happy tree you are and a happy tree you will be, as I fill you up you still dance when you’re empty you dance. How could you dance through the pain?

Your neighbors perish and you dance, I use you and yet you still dance, when I come home you dance and your leaves cheer. They cheer for my return; dancing tree, dancing tree a peaceful kind of tree, you give me shelter, you give me joy, you treat me so well and yet I give you nothing in return. Tell me how you feel when your body snaps do you weep? When winter comes will you be lonely?

Why are you so nice to me? You give me shelter and food you never ask for anything in return. You protect me from the storms to come, and the animals that scurry through the night. Dancing tree dancing tree fall is coming, do you not see your leaves falling? You’re dancing again all your friends are sleeping and you are still awake. I came back today to bring more food; winter will come, will you leave me then?

You’re still dancing, why are you still dancing? Most of your friends are frozen and dead, and yet you still dance for me. Dancing tree what makes you dance? Does the sun in the sky that feed you make you dance? Or is it the soil and the bugs that provide extra nutrients make you dance? It’s morning now, you’re not dancing anymore; how come you’re not dancing anymore?