Sweet Tune
by McKenna Smith
Bent and hunched over
the water's edge,
your arms hang low and
tickle the surface.
The breeze makes you sway
and I follow along,
dancing to the symphony
of your rustling leaves.
With every breath,
our steady oscillation continues.
Your roots hold you steady.
My feet are clumsy and unstable.
Where they walk me
I do not know,
but your weeping branches
which ride on the wind
teach me how to
find the music in your leaves.
You play your sweet tune
and twist to this soft rhythm.
My feet still do not know
where they lead me.
I am no longer walking.
Now, I can't help but sway.