The Dance
The music was ready to play,
the sky was cloudy
and the air was damp.
But that was perfect
the elements couldn't stop the beautiful show.
As the sky rumbled,
it had started,
they wore their beautiful white outfits
that seemed to change
from the delicate hues
of the newest flowers
to the dark shade of the sky
on a windy day.
They were graceful,
they were simple,
they ran together forming
gentle formations,
not a single line but a team effort.
It was like a race to the gold.
The hard fall they had experienced,
although only rounds
before, couldn’t quell their spirit.
The moved with no chance to return.
The skies parted,
the elegant rays of the sun shown
on the dancers,
recalling there music to the air
until there wasn't a single
dancer on the stage.
Such a beautiful dance,
deserving of an encore
next spring rain.
The music was ready to play,
the sky was cloudy
and the air was damp.
But that was perfect
the elements couldn't stop the beautiful show.
As the sky rumbled,
it had started,
they wore their beautiful white outfits
that seemed to change
from the delicate hues
of the newest flowers
to the dark shade of the sky
on a windy day.
They were graceful,
they were simple,
they ran together forming
gentle formations,
not a single line but a team effort.
It was like a race to the gold.
The hard fall they had experienced,
although only rounds
before, couldn’t quell their spirit.
The moved with no chance to return.
The skies parted,
the elegant rays of the sun shown
on the dancers,
recalling there music to the air
until there wasn't a single
dancer on the stage.
Such a beautiful dance,
deserving of an encore
next spring rain.
