Swan Lake

Swan Lake

Lightly She Dances

Lightly she dances, like a swan,

In her fitted leotard, she moves at dawn.

With grace and precision, her body takes flight,

A vision of beauty, a marvel of light.

Her tutu flares gently, a whisper of lace,

As she leaps through the air with powerful grace.

In the tale of *Swan Lake*, she tells a new story,

Transforming through magic, revealing her glory.

Her feet barely touch; she glides like a breeze,

With every soft landing, she dances with ease.

In the spotlight’s glow, her spirit is free,

A ballet dancer, full of poetry.

Her arms reach up high, like a flower in bloom,

As she channels the swan, filling the room.

With fingers like ribbons, she weaves through the air,

Capturing hearts in the beauty laid bare.

Each movement a whisper, a soft, silent vow,

She embodies Odette, from the lake's sacred bough.

With strength in her core and a heart full of dreams,

She dances through pain, or so it seems.

Through balances held and the thrill of each leap,

A story unfolds in the silence so deep.

In the warmth of the music, she sways with delight,

A ballet dancer, a pure, shining light.

So let us admire her strength and her art,

For in every movement, she dances from the heart.

Lightly she twirls, an enchanting delight,

In *Swan Lake*, she dances, a vision of light.