They dance in absence of light
These patterns of shadows
Hinting at the shapes of leaves and of stems
Movement, wind, of which we cannot glimpse
And of birds so slight of limb who take to flight

I watch the waltz, so slow and regal
Accompanied by whispering fronds
Listen to wind
In slithery sounds slips through the upper reaches
Of the tallest Texan denizens

From my shallow swing I gaze
Upon the dancing radiant pattern
And wonder in awe, in song, in rapture
How ever born was such a beauty
So simple and sweet, ever so placid
The games air and light play
The constant, subtle testimony of at work, a master.