In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
A dancer steps into the light,
Her silhouette weaving grace,
A symphony of day and night.

With each turn, a story unfolds,
Echoes of dreams softly told,
Her movements bold, yet tender,
A dance that time cannot render.

The rhythm of her heart beats,
In sync with the earth’s quiet sigh,
Her dance, a language complete,
A dialogue with the vast sky.

As twilight descends, she sways,
In the shadows of the moon’s glow,
Her dance, a timeless ballet,
A journey where only she can go.