Sword Dance

Eagerly, it thrusts its face,

Reaching for the sun’s embrace,

Plush opal hues in fervent bloom,

Twirl around in summer’s room.

 

Petals flutter like a dancer’s veil,

Each one poised, yet soft and frail,

In shades of pink and amber light,

A dance that shimmers in delight.

 

The Sword Dance whispers sweet and low,

A melody where breezes blow,

Swaying softly, rhythm pure,

In summer’s warmth, a quiet allure.

 

The sun above, its silent cue,

Guides each move, each step anew,

As petals rise and gently fall,

In nature’s grandest ballroom hall.

 

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