The Spirit's Dance

This is a poem I made recently. It supposed to show peace and beauty.

The wind swishes around my legs
The cold air I feel
The leaves crinkle and
I finally see the brown and orange
and the red stained leaves

Such beauty, God's world
The grace he grants, such wonders I see
So even though it is cold, I feel
tingly and free

On my toes I start to dance and
my body moves to the
song of the wind

With a leap and a twirl
I land in leaves of orange and red
Then flames leapt out, they danced
Swallowed and engulfed,
I sat watching
and never again to move