Just like a tree has calm after the wind blows.It just waits until yet another wind to dance it's dance of joy.Never to complain about the amount of dance it must do, fast or slow it's willing to go.Because that tree knows that it's calm must come.Ever so fast it leaves may fall, well maybe it was all in the plan never knowing where their leaves may land. Ever so slow it's beauty is like magic to ones eyes.They flow back and forth never know what song will be next. That tree will dance it's dance knowing that it's calm must come.