Nature’s Dance

Photo courtesy of Ryan Moreno

Nature dances its ballet.

Rolling mountains touch the sky,

In this place, my getaway.


Blades of green grass gently sway.

Pollen twirls from low to high.

Nature dances its ballet.


In the creek, the water plays.

Crickets sing a lullaby

In this place, my getaway.


Lightning bugs are on Broadway,

As the moon begins to fly.

Nature dances its ballet.


Deer gallop, then grand jeté,

As the sun begins to rise,

In this place, my getaway.


The dance, at dawn, breaks away,

And it’s time to say goodbye.

Nature dances its ballet.

In this place, my getaway.


Electric Moves.

It was day three of Movement, and everything was upside down.

The crowd around her was a sweaty, bulging mess; moving in rhythm, but somehow each at his own pace.  As the music charged through her soul, the bass vibrated her chest and sent shivers down her tattooed back, racing to reach her toes.  Her short black hair was wet and matted to her forehead as beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks bringing smudgy eyeliner along for the ride.  Her eyes closed tightly, and the music intensified, nearly bringing her to her knees.

In that moment, she was electric.

Photo Courtesy of Resident Advisory