The world is dancing around me.

there's a tree i like to watch
it waves and waves in the gusty wind
the sky likes to turn from blue to gray
saying hello in different ways
waving tree, chameleon sky
choreographed dance with the moon and tides
i only see a fraction of the dance
more beautiful than anything i can ever comprehend
even the sun can only see
one half of the picture of the land and seas
the tree will wave, the sky will change
the moon will gently rock the waves
for the audiences that may or may not see
for anyone who will stop and notice
the ebb and flow of the beautiful dance
the intricate steps of the happen chance