The treetop glimmers outside my window
  As light, dancing upon the leaflets -
Shimmies about in affable yellow.
  My gaze can't help but be captivated
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.

In the wind, swaying charismatically -
  Every leaf is twirled as a ballerina -
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
  I think I hear an underlying viola -
Oh, light - would you dance with me?