Dancer in the Sky

When I was younger,
I often lay on the grass so dry,
With my face stuck in awe,
Watching the dancer in the sky.
The magnificent white flowing gown,
Blew along to follow the wind,
She twirled around right on cue,
And into her partners waiting hand.
The music became slower,
And the gentleman gave a slight bow,
He threw the dancer in the air,
Leaving me to wonder what the sky allowed.
The wind gave a swift blow,
And the dancer flew away,
The clouds moved along,
To tell another story that day.

~Emily Love