Little Singing Dancer

She sings and dances around.

Rays of sunshine become her hair.

Her dress is the air

Around her.

Her face is a flower.

She smiles and smiles,

Her teeth white

Like fluffy clouds.

Under a tree,

She collapses.

A quiet sunset,

And the day is ending.

She is one with the tree,

And soon the stars will twinkle

Like the brightness in her eyes.

Tomorrow will come soon,

And she will dance and sing,

For no reason

Other than she can.