A Dance

The rising sun does a dance:
A waltz as it embraces the sky
Elegantly crossing the blue dance floor
Until it rests above, so radiantly high

The eager wind dances around
Doing a jig through the branches of trees
It partners with leaves and dust alike
Carrying them off in a carefree breeze

The world itself does a dangerous tango
Each step precise, and made with care
One misstep could throw the whole dance off
So each move is a question, a threatening dare

I dance around throughout my life
Accepting each new partner as a new chance
A spin, a turn, can become so much more
But, for now, I simply just dance