One Day Reanimated

What inspires the wind to dance? Pick up leaves and twirl-them-perchance one might dizzily fall into my arms light as a feather across wetly cut lawns. What indeed twists and turns and finds it self-sucked into open urns and worms its way up to the summit. And once again, one day reanimated? Blooms like a flower rent to wilt but when it dies, its scent is still succinct ask not my heart it-is-too-wilful ask not-the-wind it-knows too little. Blooms like a flower rent to wilt but when it dies, its scent is still succinct ask not my heart it-is-too-wilful ask not-the-wind it-knows too little.