Fantastically fearless feet meet this floor
They flex and pointe
and tendu and turn
They are carried by music
and to the beat they yearn
This floor sits sturdily speaking safety
It is scuffed and hard
and dirty and dented
It welcomes movement
and with trust is contented
The feet fade into a greater fabric
They transform bruised and filthy
and scratched and strong
But they have accomplished the magical feat
of singing a silent song
Happy dancing~ Megan
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