"Cabin Fever Movements" by Halle Dana
Wind blows through my front yard,
It shakes my mother’s plants.
Everybody does a little shimmy,
It feels good to move our bodies.
Wind blows through my backyard,
My dad’s redwood trees wave.
Reaching up from the earth,
It feels good to stretch our bodies.
Wind blows through my house,
And the curtains follow.
Twirling and whirling and winding,
It feels good to dance in our bodies.
Wind blows through my hair,
It lifts each strand in a caress.
I melt into the boards of my back deck,
It feels good to sun our bodies.