Pastel

“These are dancing trees that have become separated by an ever-changing river. The males toss their fall leaves to lure the females on the other side,  who twist and shake to attract a partner. It’s dusk, and the creatures of the woodlands begin to warm up their vocal cords as the orchestra of rippling water plays on…nothing can keep these dancers apart now…no river can hold them back…and so these river dancers dance!”