When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
Closing my eyes, I can see myself as a little girl running through the fields, swirling in circles, laughing out loud. I danced to music nobody else could hear.
“Sitze still, Kind (Sit still, child)” my Grandmother often said and I did as told.
I loved to dance, I loved music. Why walk if you can hop and jump, swirl and skip?