The drizzling rain has stopped. A lot of spheres
have decorated short refreshed green grass.
Small drops of water have solidified like crystals.
They spark from gentle touches of the bright sun.
The grass green rug is lying at the old feet
of the wide-spread bowed apple tree. Thick trunks
solidified in dance, skillfully posing
to a spectator, as there is some one.
Wide branches are graceful like expanded swan wings.
And brain is drawing dancing long-necked birds.
It is amazing, that the tree's saved profile
despite its ages. Light wind touches slightly tops.
The rain wet gave the impulse to small mushrooms
to birth at feet of this unusual tree.
Small creatures sleep, hiding in long beige wax hats
among green leaves of ivy. Dim wraps hills.
by Thea Ariss
20.08.2026
At feet of the dancing tree
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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