Dancing Leaves  by Tsai Hui Jun 蔡慧君

Wind invites.

Dance the leaves.

Gently they whisper the sweetness of vitality.

Sprightly they spin with the flow of fantasy.

Freely they fly with the wings of melody.

Like the floating waves of her tutu,

When the ballerina spins on her tiptoe.

Maybe on the leaves,

The mischievous fairies

Are roaming,

Without thinking

Of the purpose of this dancing.