I ask you mark the dance, That moves through all of life. Attune your ear and hear, This truth, hid symbolic. Behold the winds leap, prance, And wield dead trees as lance. In storm and gale, steal glance, And feel the stormwind's trance. Watch creeks with no near strife, And see them dance to fife. Now see the canyon's saif, And spy the water's knife. For this motion, far, near, I seek to now make clear. This dance of life, adhere, And claim your rose, your spear. Do not reject what chance Does choose to be your wife. Now take her hand, hold dear, And match her steps, there steer.
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