Tears,
That fall.
Making tiny silver rivers
Along alabaster skin.

She cries for a world
Lost in fear,
Lost in arrogance,
Lost in greed.

With her tiny hands,
She makes a wreath
Out of all the colors
That flowers came in.

Upon her golden head
She places the crown.
She leaps up,
And she dances.

She dances for everything,
Every bird and tree,
Every animal and river,
Every storm and man.

And around her,
Trees dance,
Birds sing,
And animals move along with her.

This one tiny child,
Understands all.
So when she has nothing to do,
She dances for the world.

She gives hope,
She gives joy, and happiness.
She gives love,
And her life.

If every person in our world,
Got up and danced,
Maybe joy and love
Could be experienced again.