• Twirling faster,
    Spinning ‘round and ‘round,
    She dances gracefully along the stage.

    The subtle scent of jasmine hangs in the air,
    And she pirouettes across the floor.
    She’s a ballerina;
    She’s a force of nature;
    She’s unstoppable.

    The audience gapes,
    Into a reverent silence:
    Even the music is forced to soften.
    It is as if the world is muffled and