The wind teaches
the bare trees
how to dance

The trees try but
they are not agile and thrash
like a beached fish

I wonder why
the wind does not
just give up

Its next lesson may
be more fruitful

The green leaves
flutter in the wind
against the bare tree

I wish that the
wind would teach
me how to dance

I wonder if
I would ever be
the wind’s great pupil