Nature dances its ballet.
Rolling mountains touch the sky,
In this place, my getaway.
Blades of green grass gently sway.
Pollen twirls from low to high.
Nature dances its ballet.
In the creek, the water plays.
Crickets sing a lullaby
In this place, my getaway.
Lightning bugs are on Broadway,
As the moon begins to fly.
Nature dances its ballet.
Deer gallop, then grand jeté,
As the sun begins to rise,
In this place, my getaway.
The dance, at dawn, breaks away,
And it’s time to say goodbye.
Nature dances its ballet.
In this place, my getaway.
Danielle Dayney 
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