Spring dance

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.


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