Flitting about the stage as would a 
sparrow, they wield the weapon that is 
beauty with the grace of one trained in the art
of being utterly flawless.
Whirling an inch off the floor as would 
a sycamore leaf just about to hit the earth, they
hide the treasure that is 
strength with the mask of one trained in the art 
of seeming weightless. 
Slipping effortlessly from foot to foot as would a 
tiger, they deliver the gift that is 
performance with the presence of one trained in the art
of confidence itself.

And they bow to the crowd with the relief and joy of one who has never experienced such like in all their small eternity.