A Flitter

A flitter,

a flutter,

but the sun doesn't stutter.

And then they stop.

Suddenly.

Until Sir Wind comes again.

And then they flitter,

and flutter.

The leaves dance!

Joyfully.

Then rest,

peacefully.

Till their knight comes,

once again.

And the sun only rests

when the day is done.

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