The Tree's Tango Poem by Shamsher Kendal

I detect the trees are dancing
with full gala and gaiety,
there is a soothing music
of course of variety.

The wind which is blowing
with a great velocity,
it assorts and supports
I am watching with curiosity.

It creates a singing sound
minstrels are the leaves,
all evolved are the melodies
as anyone perceives.

As the air is undulating
the branches sway and foxtrot,
everyone is bright beamy
and eager to consort.

The trees are wearing new apparels
with new leaves and offshoots,
they celebrate with jubilation
for the wind contributes.