Ruffles

The wind ruffles, and an ivy curtain moves,
Water gushes down in musical notes,
Anklets tinkle as pretty feet dance on the rocks,
The green folds caress curves,
The trails follow every tiny twist,
Every single turn,
Coy and Quiet, dark and blue,
Sad and wistful, restless and laughing,
Colour of moods painting pretty pictures…
The sky gazes down longingly,
Pregnant with desire,
As the earth dances,
To the sheer joy of celebration…