Unwittingly we waiver with the slightest caress from the sun. With excitement we shudder, when given a sliver of attention from the moon. And we rustle with childlike glee, when the daytime breeze whispers its secrets playfully.
We dance, gambol and frolic... As we celebrate our flightiness of spirits in exuberant jubilee.
We are welcomed here. We are children of the world. Seedlings of the universe.
And we revolve around a nucleus, an anchor, a steadfast tree..