In a beautiful spring morning we were waiting for her.
Like for a top ballerina to put up a show of elegance.
After a night under the clear starry night, she stretches her wings, admires her fluffy tutu and gets ready.
She gently launches on the stage, a sun lighted emerald lake that was also waiting for her.
In shallow breaths we admire her silhouette, her peace, her gentle dance.
She feels that she’s a prime ballerina today.
When the dance is over she floats shyly towards us, and she claps her wings emerging us in the most awesome breeze ever: a warm and fresh scent of sun and spring.
The dance is over, the sun curtain falls off and she leaves the green stage.
A dance of silence.
Now we can breath again.