Oh in the night the spiders dance, weaving their webs with pure strands of silver silk and later when the morning comes, dew will hang from it like tiny diamonds glistening in the early morning light.
The leaves dance as they gracefully flutter down from the heavens to land on the damp ground.
Sunlight dances as its sunbeams fall through the trees on to the mossy earth.
This is mother natures dance, one that will continue on for years to come.
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