I want to dance!
When the sun catches the aspen leaves
They dance;
When it flecks the grasses and mottles the streams
They dance;
When the dark storm bends the black branches
And the wind whips up the waves
They dance;
The bird swings on the elm twig,
The sap races in the tree,
Horses run in the pasture,
Mist fairies glide to and fro in the valley,
Cloud children play in heaven,
The stars sing and dance,
And I want to dance!
I can be raindrops.
I can be leaves and bending grasses,
Gold-mottled streams and running horses,
Racing sap and the hidden heart of flowers.
I can be firelight and moonlight,
A child of the night mist and a sister of the stars.
All the world sings and dances,
And I am a child of all the world.
I want to sing, and--
I want to dance.
~Margaret B. McGee
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