Tiny Dancer.

There she goes.
Dancing away on her tip toes.
A ballerina dancing swan lake.
From her spectators their breath her performance does take.
Her in depth dance.
Puts one’s mind in a trance.
She tip toes through the tulips.
So agile she moves from her toes up to her hips.
On her face a smile she wears.
On her petite shoulders a heavy burden she bears.
The world at her tiny feet.
This big bad world her will not defeat.
She lives to succeed.
Failer she does not need.
There she goes.
What she’s thinking nobody knows.