The sun is setting, and I'm a sucker for the glimmer
shining through the leaves.

****, I love their sway so much; I try to imitate them.
Over my living room carpet, I attempt to dance in my humanly way, jiggling my thighs like a branch being shaken.

I endeavor to fill my steps with joy
as they fill theirs with the sun's felicity
because Dear I know I, too am alive.

I know I grow perhaps not taller, but deeper  
in my sense of belonging; in knowing this body is home to the infinite cavorting in a material form.

So, I bump my hips to the left and giggle; it's time loosen from the bough like my green kin –this journey is to be enjoyed when possible  
under the sun.