The birch in my backyard
Is tinkling and twinkling
In the afternoon light
It’s silver green chimes
Catching the playful breezes
As they swing by
Flexibly swaying
As the cedar
Pushes against it
Competing for the sun
How far will you
Lean and bend
Accommodating
This pushy one?
He much stronger and thicker
But you are built for dancing
I foresee you will get around him
In your stretch to the sky
© 2013 Julie Clark
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