An Audience For the Show
Feet gliding through the dirt,
Enveloped by the starlight,
Dancing to the song of the birds,
No eyes on her,
Except the many of the moon.
Twirling past the silent trees,
An audience to her performance,
The forest becomes a stage.
The stars the lighting,
All eyes focused on her,
As graceful steps
Barely touch the ground.
She finishes the dance
WIth a humble bow,
And the crowd cheers her name,
And the clapping of hands
Fills her night.
The vivid daydream
Comes to a quick end,
But a pair of clapping hands
Lives on.
The moon waits for the next show,
Patiently sitting.
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