Twirler, dangling, hanging on the air
Stops him, jaw drops, cannot help but stare
Dancer, dancing, rewinds foggy minds
Playing, pressing pause at the same time
Living on a line
In red rust, she rides
Bending with the night
Through red dust, she flies
While he plants trees so kids can climb
Ballet, softly tiptoes on the sky
Looks up, smiling, often wonders why
Softly spinning, dripping into night
Hair hangs, grinning, finally takes a bite
He’s gazing up
She’s glancing down
Once a child, she left the ground
He planted seeds
So they could grow
Beyond what they knew they would know
this is your life chuck johnson 