The dancing girl .

she waves her body with the rhythm of the wind and dances with the rain. 

Her deer-like eyes contain a fire, the fire that can destroy the world. 

Like a sage deep in meditation, she dances in the rain. 

People don't appreciate her, they think she is insane. 

They see her rough hair and wild eyes thinking she is lame. 

But no one except me can see in her the dancing flame.

When she dances, her black cloud-like hair summons rain from heaven. 

The wind of the mountains brings her new songs.

The rivers rush to wash her blessed feet. 

The stars in the sky decorate her every night in a new fashion. 

I love to see her live every day with her passion. 

At night the moon shines to see her dance in her garden. 

Flowers spread themselves on the hard ground to protect her each step.

The bees buzzing for her, the light worms to guide her path. 

She dance and dance and dance to her content...why? I don't know. 

Nobody likes her, trying to avoid her whenever they saw her. 

I knew she wanted to escape the world, forget it with her dance. 

To others, she may be insane, someone not important enough to know. 

But in my heart, she is a divine being that I know.