Upon the stage, she softly glides,
A whisper in the evening tides.
Her arms like branches, reaching wide,
Grace and strength, in her reside.
A turn, a leap, a fleeting trace,
Time dissolves in her embrace.
With every spin, the stars align,
A dance of dreams, pure and divine.
Silent, poised, she claims the air,
A fleeting moment, beyond compare.
Then bows, as lights begin to dim,
A timeless echo, soft and slim.