Two more
For the dancing and for the heart
A wind chime and a poem
Here's the full text of the poem in the caption in case it's hard for some to read..
All light is pure and full in bloom
Save a withered candle in a dark room
A rough, cold shell covers its heart
From all things soft and lovely, it feels apart
A gentle spirit reaches out in sympathy
Shimmering brightness it feels unworthy to see
The spirit is mature of time but young within
For the cold shell to look up would be a sin
The spirit extends a hand, a gift, a prize
The cold shell can hardly believe its eyes
This gift it surely can’t decline
Perhaps at last this is a sign?
That gentle spirit wishes that cold shell nearer
To the light and life and gentle winds to hear
The chime gift twirls in balletic harmony
The cold shell sits and wonders what will be
A draft draws in and flutters its sullen hair
And tickles with shy exuberance what it seems to wear
Soft winds press and tickle that shell
Smoothness appears but cracks as well
With a sudden gust, the covering is torn away
The shell is gone and a girl is there to stay
Her once rough skin is gentle and flowing
The air tickles her small hairs, making giggles sing
Long, vibrant locks swirl with dancing embrace
As her little hand searches her girlish face
And then her whole body she does trace
Revealing as a woman all, complete, and womanly
Worthy of a dress, with a form that all should see
She runs to all who’ll listen, proclaiming with full wonder
That man’s no more, the boy is gone, and now there is a her