Dancing one, two, three
Shedding their coat of effervescence
In the form of feather-like leaves
Raining upon the grass, kissing their essence
Reaching to the sky high
Stars shine in their splendor
Skin that is dark and dry
Feathers that are light and tender
Music of the birds orchestrate
The dance of the frozen ballerinas
Light of the night begins to consecrate
To show off a dazzling display in nature’s arena
They dance to the play of life
Silent, yet spoken in volumes
Pleasing the audience is their strife
By giving inspiration through breaths resolute
Suddenly, the play turns the tables
And they reach the eye of the night
No longer are they dancing to fables
But to a reality that is blessed with light
They dance not for others
And yet, yes, they truly do
But they dance for the pleasure of another
Who told them to do dance to that tune
And oh, how you would wonder
With the beauty of that ethereal song
And by its brilliance you would be pulled under
The fold of the inspiring dawn
Of existence, of great distance
Across the expanse of time
You must listen, for every instance
Is a beat to their arrhythmic rhyme
They dance for their Great Composer
They never lose their straight posture
And they know He’s closer
Than the drops of life by which they’re fostered
They grow after every dance
A dance which is of a lifetime
And they take every single chance
To thank the One who designed their designs
Melodies of nature play
And on their rooted feet they spin
With the Earth’s stage as it displays
Their beautiful play of whims
One day, the dance will fade
Leaving the stage called vision
And on that day, all will remember the play
That went by the name of Submission.
Shedding their coat of effervescence
In the form of feather-like leaves
Raining upon the grass, kissing their essence
Reaching to the sky high
Stars shine in their splendor
Skin that is dark and dry
Feathers that are light and tender
Music of the birds orchestrate
The dance of the frozen ballerinas
Light of the night begins to consecrate
To show off a dazzling display in nature’s arena
They dance to the play of life
Silent, yet spoken in volumes
Pleasing the audience is their strife
By giving inspiration through breaths resolute
Suddenly, the play turns the tables
And they reach the eye of the night
No longer are they dancing to fables
But to a reality that is blessed with light
They dance not for others
And yet, yes, they truly do
But they dance for the pleasure of another
Who told them to do dance to that tune
And oh, how you would wonder
With the beauty of that ethereal song
And by its brilliance you would be pulled under
The fold of the inspiring dawn
Of existence, of great distance
Across the expanse of time
You must listen, for every instance
Is a beat to their arrhythmic rhyme
They dance for their Great Composer
They never lose their straight posture
And they know He’s closer
Than the drops of life by which they’re fostered
They grow after every dance
A dance which is of a lifetime
And they take every single chance
To thank the One who designed their designs
Melodies of nature play
And on their rooted feet they spin
With the Earth’s stage as it displays
Their beautiful play of whims
One day, the dance will fade
Leaving the stage called vision
And on that day, all will remember the play
That went by the name of Submission.