The Wood Dance

The Wood Dance
By Cameo Christine

I gazed up at the canopy of trees. Wind violently hit my face. A tear dared to journay down my cold cheek. I tried to resist, but then freed the captive tears and gave into the fear. I was tired and lost. After wondering around for so long I couldn't remember anything but this strange wood. remaining light glowed through the leaves before being swallowed by the night. My heart beat wildly. Then I noticed a faint light escaping the dark. I glanced into the dark to find the stars danicing across the sky. A noise beside me attracted my attention, what I saw cause me to doubt my sanity. The trees had taken the form of man and were dancing. The wood seemed to transform into a grand ballroom and the trees, were great kings and queens. The stars were the lights that guided their steps across the brilliant dance floor, and the wind was an orchestra, playing a tune that was beautiful, yet melancholy. It made me want to smile and cry at the same time. The fear that had built up inside of my heart seemed to vanish and the ocean of tears dried up.