Glittering from the depth of its tenderness, the dew drop dances for the rays of the morning sun.
Boosting up from the ground, the mirroring granules of sand dances with the kick of the ball.
Tuneless hum of the traveller on a never settling road , dances to the ultimate music of love.
Unsuccessful for the day, a street vendor dances on the hope of tomorrow, seeing the unsold heap.
Standing in its emptiness , the shaded tree dances to the beauty of the spring.
Dancing with the bliss of fading day , the birds fly to the ultimate, tickling the setting sun.
Staring at this mystic world a poetic thought tunes music to the infinite dance.