Clap hands and sing;
lift your face
and drink the nectar of the light!
Dance, my children,
unfurl your your beautiful pink skirts
and twirl in graceful circles
before the kiss of the wind!
Each tiny dancer brightens my garden;
each furry face a welcoming smile;
each green leaf the perfect backdrop
for this audacious performance,
fueled by love and grace,
blessing time and space,
feeding all who gather in this place.
And as you age,
the dimpled elbow shakes
but still embraces all I have to give.
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