Dance.
Dance for me.
Like it’s your last chance to dance.
Like tomorrow you could no longer move to the music
Or run around barefooted on the warm grass.
Dance for me.
Even if you have never danced before
You CAN dance now.
Take that l e a p of faith.
T.i.p t.o.e across the field of flowers.
Stop and smell one…
…the prettiest one you can find.
You have time.
Don’t rush. . . .be graceful.
Flow like you are a feather dancing in the wind
Glow like you are a star…a shooting star in the heavens.
And know that you are beautiful…
No matter what.
Your dance is beautiful.
As long as you dance.
*Original poem written March, 2005
Like it’s your last chance to dance.
Like tomorrow you could no longer move to the music
Or run around barefooted on the warm grass.
Dance for me.
Even if you have never danced before
You CAN dance now.
Take that l e a p of faith.
T.i.p t.o.e across the field of flowers.
Stop and smell one…
…the prettiest one you can find.
You have time.
Don’t rush. . . .be graceful.
Flow like you are a feather dancing in the wind
Glow like you are a star…a shooting star in the heavens.
And know that you are beautiful…
No matter what.
Your dance is beautiful.
As long as you dance.
*Original poem written March, 2005
