Dance of the Shadows

So this is one of those poems that makes sense to me, but I don't know how much sense it will make to others. Maybe it's a little clearer than I think, then again maybe it's not. Anyway I wrote this for English in 10th grade, it was modeled after a poem that I can't quite bring to mind right away. That's beside the point, just enjoy, m'kay?


As I was walking in the woods one day
Shadows fell ‘cross the way,
Silent in their soft dance.
A waltz one would not notice at a glance:
Some slowly sway, others happily prance,
Not a care in the world,
Merrily they gathered, their story they unfurled.

All throughout their sunlit forest they flit,
None that dare stop and sit
They know what may await
On the morrow or in the days of late.
They know all about this world and its fate,
They enjoy each moment,
Because they understand how life is important.

They’ve seen all that has gone by in the past
These trees have shadows cast
Since days long disappeared
From their blackened forests the shadows peered
At humanity, and would learn, as they neared,
Of the days yet to be
Once their dance finished, their lesson was told to me

We don’t have enough time on this earth to rush,
Perhaps we should stop this crush
And listen to the words
That are told to us and show that we heard
From seeking the shadows ever blurred
That the best fable
Is not spoken, but found in the shadows sable