Leaf shadows glide, stirred by wind.
Gray images projected on stone.
An effortless performance for one,
Choreography perfected by chance.
Connection brings them back to place,
So the dance can start anew.
Plants need both sun and wind to thrive. The garden provides inspiration with the gentle, rhythmic movement of branches playing with shadow. What a gift to notice and quietly observe leaves stirring in a garden breeze.
lovely poem and beautifully written text.
Thanks Emmanuel. Watched the dance from my kitchen window. Lovely.