Among the Douglas Firs

Why is it
that one tree dances
while another,
mere feet away,
stands still?

Is it something more
than the vagaries of wind,
the differing shapes
of their branches?

Is it the way
their spray of needles,
like outstretched palms
cup the breeze?

Or is it just
that just like us
some have
at one time
or another
more of
an inclination
to move
to a rhythm
all their own?