Young Dancers


You dance like dainty ballerinas
Spinning tutus aroused by the breeze
The sun plays across you
And you stretch taller to catch its rays
The wind sings a rhythm that
Makes you sway in unison
Until you pause, the show closing
The song of the wind halting your movement on cue
I walk into your midst
Embracing you: just young sprouts shorter than I
Your rosy cheeks and bright, young faces
Along with your fresh scent emitting like a perfume
Makes my once-tense shoulders drop
And the corners of my mouth lift
I stare across your elegant being
I am the only one for miles
Except for you quaint ballerinas
I think, "What beauty!"
And you flowers, aroused once again by the breeze
Nod a hearty, "Thank you!"

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