While She Dances

While she dances

she begins with a playful curtsy

wearing an old tattered white dress

her feet are barefoot and dirty

her curly red hair is a mess

she listens excitedly

to the sounds of the forest

patiently awaiting

for her own personal chorus

her child like laugh

blankets the woods in enchantment

the world becomes a magical place

while she dances

as a gust of wind blew up from the ground

it gently tugged and twirled

and spun her around

its sweet warm whisper

tickled her face

it demanded all the flowers

to bow in her grace

her strides were colorful splashes

if her heart was a paintbrush

her soul would be the canvas

the world becomes beautiful

while she dances

the sun kisses her freckled little face

the animals come together

in a loving embrace

the leaves on the trees

now become free

they trickle down like colorful rain

yellow ones like honey

and red ones like flames

and now the trees

sway their empty branches

they all love to watch her

while she dances