POETRY IN MOTION

He went up on tipped toes, feeling taller,
Each mocking face, was getting smaller,
Left behind each taunt, he forgot all sorrow,
Another ounce of confidence, he needn't borrow

As the music played, he forgot the world,
Radiating happiness, all over he twirled,
The crowd taken aback, mouths wide open,
He looked like poetry, written without a pen

Never before, had he felt so much at peace,
Life off the stage, as if began to cease,
He left "toe" prints, all over the dance floor,
Thousands of lips, each begging for more

Ballerino for life, ecstatic he decided,
finishing his routine, off the floor he glided,
as applause got lighter, remained two loud cheers,
Parents in the front row, removed his last fears.