Earth and I

I dance.
When I twist my hips
left and right
continents move and clouds
take flight.
When I lift my hands
above my head
I lift the hopes of even the dead.
Don't let me get to clapping
all the dirty deeds
living in people
start acting
like they want to
be wholesome and new.
They surround themselves
by my feet
to watch me do what I do.
When I roll, bend and get down
real low
the innocents sly grin grow.
The song never ends
the dance keeps on again and again.

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