the eternal waltz, or, while walking in UP, i look up and see a canopy of leaves.

The arboreal embrace of tangled branches began a hundred years ago when a row of acacias looked at each other from across a boulevard of unbroken dreams. They felt the rising sap dance through their fragile trunks and the breathing wind shake their leaved limbs. Over time, these tentative fingertips reached over asphalt, boughs bowing and pulling close, finally twining together in an eternal waltz.

(original thought as saved in my phone: Branches tangled in an arboreal embrace/ Waltzing eternal to the wind)