Stepping onto the forest floor,
we know not the others’ thought,
the events of the others’ day nor the
plights each or both may have fought.

As notes of music stir and rise,
embracing each others’ lives
we connect our soft hands,
capable of moving lands-

As our trunks become one,
our shoulders strong,
our eyes find gaze,
into each others’ days-

And now our eyes closed,
during a final loving pause
we move to step-

Our souls now firmly pressed
into the earth and each other-

We move as one,
We love as one,

Dancing on the forest floor,
we know each others thoughts,
the events of the other’s day,
and the plights we have fought-

We are One ❤