The Dance

The dance has come to an end.  Each year it starts with an Adagio where only the dignified release their poised stance and hurl themselves across the sky arms flying.  This is followed by the Allegro where all sizes begin the march to the forest floor in unison and with regimentation as the wind pushes them in a straight line.  If you are beneath them they will bounce across your head in their dance or catch in the collar of your shirt.  They sail straight to the end of the movement.  Then we get the Allegretto grazioso tempo which is filled with pirouettes and skids and whirls, and then perhaps, changes in percussion of the wind moves the movement to Prestissimo as they fling themselves high and wide and they sail far far from their home over all of the forest.  Finally the end of the performance is Tranquillo.  A large and lovely dancer, the prima ballerina, twirls ever so slowly to the earth and you cannot help but watch mesmerized.  Then the dance comes to an end and will not repeat until next year.