Hello, this is my entry for spoken poetry from 6. The theme is to dance in the wind. My poetry title is Dance Under the Tamarind Tree. When I was a little girl, I used to choose butterflies and dancing with the wind I sold high in blue sky. I admired twinkling stars. I had a crush on moon. I was madly in love with the moon. Transing with gay abandon in the moonlight I would soon. With soft the fire I waltz, the fire is a slow breeze. With soft the fire I waltz, with high wind I jive. Even in tempestuous air I dance to feel alive. Dancing makes you spirited. I tango in a stormy gay gale. Enjoy swaying in rain drops. I tango in a stormy gay gale. I enjoy swaying in rain drops. Do rock and roll with mistrels. Mistrels is cold and strong wind. Do rock and roll with mistrels. Cyclone cannot make me stop. Do monsoon wind casual you? Do monsoon winds casual you? To gyrate with the sound of rain does hurricane entice you to fox trot in hilly terrain. It's serendipity if I get. Serendipity is a blessed event. It's serendipity if I get a chance to dance with blessed event and twel around in rapture. And twel around in rapture under the tree of tamarind. Thank you.