Tripping over a pose
Tumble down like a wilting rose
Salt and dirt are what is see
Toes pointed I bellow and disclose
Body breaking and cracking my bones
Lookin up at the sun I feel decomposed
"Soleil, Soleil", called out I froze
Beautiful dances I composed
What a wonderful world to oppose
One more time and I'll fly, like a crow
~ fin
