Under the apple tree from where I write
I witness a dance between shadow and light
lead by wind’s whisper they sprinkle the stage
beneath the hovering pen and on the blank page
Lady Light in her round, yellow gown
Sir shadow in grey fills up the space all around
While he forever stays firm in one place
she sways softly projected by the sun’s rays
Their intimate waltz lets me set down the pen
adhering these words inspired by them