Fragile Strength

there is silence
there is stillness
except for the strand of hair falling down my cheek
which finds a smirk
I chuckle at your leaves dancing
to what looks like the beat of a salsa and
as the breeze begins again
they grab hold with such fragile strength

I enter your depths
loudly, but softly
and my own strength, also fragile, moves me

ducking beneath your branches
we play limbo
and you always seem to win
the stillness comes again
it’s when I breathe out and hear my internal tune
although mine is more of a waltz

How are we always dancing?

I cannot see your roots
but I can nearly hear the rhythmic energy they hold
as winter approaches.