It moves us
Little ones do it
Up and down
Arms in or out
Feet here or there
Spinning round and
tossing their hair
At a wedding
father, daughter
mother, son
Left to do alone at home
with music on
Trees do it, too
Branches and leaves
twitch to and fro
Doesn't matter if
it's fast or slow
We love it, it moves us
How free we can be
If only we get up and
dance to the beat
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Love this very visual and moving post. Stopping by from FMF. Blessings to you.
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