November 20, 2008
By Anonymous

As tall a trees
we sway like leaves
into the air with the breeze
above the maddening crowd we tease
they are angered, but with our smiles we appease

the crowd dances, looking up at the setting sky
and we do not look down, our sights aimed high
but ahead to the mountains, watching them try
streching towards the heavens they defy
and we dance, we laugh, we sing, whereby
we are the wind eteched against a world whisking by

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