Two feet
Two feet jumping
One face smiling
Laughter exploding like a child
Insecurities vanish
Their importance is forgotten
Zone out to freedom
Solitary joy
Me and the trees
What a find
Curly hair flows free
Rolled up pants
The needles dance across the surface
Golden piles of them all
Each bounce, a pattern
Pulled high into the air
Split the feet, watch them dance
It is lovely
A lovely trance
A chance
A chance to play
Leaps, and tumbles, and trees
Trees of gentlemans stance
Tall and wise
Redwood evening
Redwood needles and a Tramp-o-line!
I have arrived.
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