Ballet

Ballet is like a swan in a lake, 

When the sun comes up and the swan stands awake, 

It feels like heaven where everything is beautiful, 

With bright light everywhere and it feels blissful. 

 

Ballet is like a beautiful landscape, 

Where a pink flamingo whom God has made, 

Who is flying like an angel in the sky, 

And here and there flutters a butterfly. 

 

Ballet is like a mountain covered in snow, 

Which glistens in the sunlight with a stream flowing below, 

Fields of flowers where the sun shines bright, 

With roses so red, and Daisies so white!