D A N C E

Dance tastes so good in my body,

If I were a flower,

Music would be my fertilizer.

If I were a disease,

Music would be the body

It pierces my soul

And replenishes my soil.

I leap and bounce and pace to the beat.

I fling my arms and wiggle my body.

I step and I trip.

I sweat and it drips.

I am elated, then defeated,

I am okay then in pain

then elated again.

The beat changes,

The rhythm ranges,

The song has ended,

The show is over,

But the dance continues.

Dance tastes good in my body.

I pray that I have more dance left in me,

I pray that the rhythm stays fresh

And as God as my DJ, I promise to dance forever.