She is always dancing.
Moving, twirling, jumping, spinning
Lost in a rhythm only she can hear.
This skill, this quality, this gift, is her.
Dancing is a part of her, ingrained on her very soul.
Her spirit like a butterfly:
impossible to shatter.
She touches all she meets…
…leaving love behind her as she dances through the world.
-unknown poet (plus, I changed it a bit)