An Ode To A Ballet Ribbon

There is nothing more scary
than watching a ribbon fall.

Fall from the life that is used
to hold. The life that was once
so grand, has now crashed to
the floor so quickly.

This once beautiful majestic
ribbon now lays in a pile on the
floor. Just to collect dust, and
spoil the graceful memories it
holds.

On every thread entwine together a
story is told, this is the tale of a
ribbon and how gracefully it
moved. How gracefully it danced.
This intricate dance of beauty.

It's long legs flow like waves
on water as the wind blows in
a light breeze.

How is captures the glistening
light like jewels on the Queen's
crown.

No speck of dirt dare stain this
beautiful satin angel.

So soft as a baby curls it's nubby
finger around the delicate bow.

The symbol of poise as it is gently
tied on top a head amiss the silky
hair. This treasure of joy is guarded
with love of a dancers heart.

Only when this dancer falls will this
innocent beauty be left to wallow in
its memories of life.

This is an ode to a ballet ribbon.
The ribbon of art and beauty.

This commemoration of
the greatest symbol and power
possessed by an innocent
satin bow can make even the ugliest
of people look grand.

For no one will truly understand
the greatness and beauty that
comes from the pink satin ballet
ribbon.