A light tap, a pirouette is stunning,
in the manner of grace she moves
when caught in the eye of delight,
certain movement surely astounds.
Would we if rather a bold encounter
a soft melody in recall could teach
wavering souls that beauty is time,
instill a grace, a quiet rehearsal.
Walk outside the world is plodding
along avenues of shame in recess
within this trudging reality of life
we do forget soon the natural beauty.
Is elegance to understand the step
rather we concentrate upon misstep.