The dry dance

The dead looked alive,
As they danced round and round,
In the ball room of nature,
That was the ground.

The clouds were the spectators,
The trees brushed the music,
And the wind blew the song,
And they danced along,
As the song was made for them,
And they were, for the song.

In plethora,
In sync,
The titian clad performers,
A splendid serendipity,
The dance; seemed would last till eternity,

But suddenly Hey!
Who ceased the elaborate performance?
As I looked around for an answer,
I found,
But the depths of silence.

Though the spectators were gone and the music had ceased,
Rustling in halcyon,
The impeccable performers lay there serene,
To perform another brilliant dance piece,
Of the dry leaves.

: S.S.