Zellie M. Quinn

Poems, life musings, and writer ponderings…

Why do Some Trees Dance?

weeping willows

Why Do Some Trees Dance?

Why do some trees dance
At unseen breezes,
On the stillest of days…

Why are some branches quite limber,
Shaking leaves in gentle spritely waves,
Making a new music of light and sound

Yet other trees are still
When the winds dance by
Immoveable

Waiting,
Hoping,
Holding their breath

Wondering if
“Those dancing ones can’t have known the beating rains
Pelting,
Pelting,
Pelting,

The heat of that sun!
Burning,
Burning,
Burning,

The drying winds
Blowing,
Blowing,
Blowing

Or they would be
stoic,
Hard,
Sad
Like us…”

Why do some trees dance
At unseen breezes,
On the stillest of days

Yet other trees are still
Stoic, and sad
As the winds dance by-

Zellie M. Quinn

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January 15, 2013 - Posted by | Just Poems

13 Comments »

  1. Beautiful! I know people like your trees.

    Comment by lioness | January 15, 2013 | Reply

  2. That is very true. I like to think of myself as a dancing tree :D

    Comment by Carl | January 16, 2013 | Reply

    • I’m “”learning”" to be a ‘dancing’ tree!

      Comment by Zellie M. Quinn | January 16, 2013 | Reply

  3. Zellie – i really love this – it so captures the imagination!

    Comment by Ben Nelson | January 21, 2013 | Reply

  4. Some of the dancing trees, though, snap at their roots, while the still, immovable trees, that have sent roots deep into the ground, grow large in girth and height. And when those winds and that dryness assails them, they endure. Their age rings are added, year by year; they quietly provide shade and pleasure to many for long periods of time — not just for the moment.

    So, both trees are needed — the dancers and the stalwarts. They live in the same forests; along the same banks.

    Thanks for visiting. I appreciate your “like,” though I wonder at the singular choices we have (other than comments) in responding to blog posts, or Facebook posts. Sometimes the word “like” seems inappropriate.

    But, the poem above?

    I understand it.

    Can it be that a tree have a bit of the willow and a bit of the oak at the same time?

    Can the two woods coexist?

    I certainly hope so.

    I “like” your poem.

    Comment by skipmars | January 29, 2013 | Reply

    • Thanks for the comment Skipmar- Although I have a picture of a weeping willow, that actually was not the inspiration for my poem- Is it the cottonwoods, or some variety of the birch, with silver-backed leaves. On hot breezy days, I see those leaves waving frantically in the tender breezes, and other leaves don’t move at all- that was my inspiration- but I loved your interesting perspective- maybe you (or I) have yet another poem (about trees) to write about. :)

      Comment by Zellie M. Quinn | February 2, 2013 | Reply

      • I think that I shall never see . . . but I think that one has already been composed.

        Comment by skipmars | February 2, 2013

  5. Uplifting and moving poem! enjoyed it! and thanks for liking my interview at Author interview no.621 with historical romance novelist Nandita Banerji

    Comment by Nandita Chakraborty Banerji | February 1, 2013 | Reply

  6. Lovely poem. I wonder–can a tree dance sometimes, be still at others?

    Comment by Merry Deedee Jones | February 1, 2013 | Reply

    • Absolutely- just depends where that tree is at on that given day :)

      Comment by Zellie M. Quinn | February 2, 2013 | Reply

  7. loved it

    Comment by Shivani Panchmatia | May 9, 2013 | Reply


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