In gentle wind,
She twists and sways.
A ballerina,
In her dancing phase.
So beautifully colored,
In vivid, bright dresses.
And draped over her body
Lie her long emerald tresses.
That travels with wind,
Is her sweet kindly scent.
And all other dancers,
When wind blows will be bent.
She will dance with grace,
Every day, every hour,
With the heart of a dancer
And the form of a flower.
