Who Are You?

Who are You?

I see your lithe form,
Barefoot in the meadow
The lavender and hollyhocks
your audience.
The soft grasses
your stage.

The steps that you make
are unfamiliar to me,
as You twirl and glide,
through the wildflowers.
To the music
Only you hear.

The smile on
your young face
is enchanting.
Your hair flowing
on the wind
Is magical.

Who are you?
To be so alive and free
may I at least
know your name?