Der Tanz (The Dance)
On a soft summer night, In a valley of chance, Warm hearts glow so bright, Souls of the night ready to dance.
Where trees grow tall, And rivers held pregnant, Ears so silent listen for the call, Breaths held still and stagnant.
Finally, the silence broken, Cheers held in too long, Only a single token, To join in the throng.
Twirling, spinning gracefully, Smiling while they sway, Dancing for eternity, Clocks tick, ticking away.