Beneath The Bullet Wood Tree

On the wayside / she was dancing so free The sparrow legged girl / beneath the bullet wood tree Her face was blooming / in the night’s passing light My eyes noticed her / heart stuck at her sight! She was the dancer / heavens blessed that I chanced The pirouetting svelte / held me dazed and entranced A small village girl / oozing ocean of delight From the crowd I could see / the flower most bright! She was all smiles / soothed smooth all the mile Her carefree swing / her jaunty bouncy style Ten minutes I stopped / wished it was lifetime To sink in her grace / in her charm sublime! Not a bit bothered / if she had an audience She skimmed the air a fairy / dropped like rains In her joy mattered not / if her show was a flop If an eye discerned her / a passerby made a stop! Such moments outlast / eons of travel’s tales Beneath the bullet wood tree / the winds she sails In an ecstasy unbound / sparrow legged butterfly She would never know / loved her a stranger guy!