White, tiny, covering the ground
Blanketing the dry, cracked soil
Protecting it in beauty.
The sky, clear and blue
No trace of clouds
She dances there
In the middle
Spinning around, arms spread wide
Breathing deeply and laughing loudly
Her head is tilted back so she is facing the sky
She giggles and hums
What could she possibly be enjoying?
Is it the act of dancing?
What music does she hear?
The only sound that can be heard is her laughter.
Is it the sun?
The warming of her face?
Is it the flowers?
But she's dancing over them.
It is the song playing in her soul.
"Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;
let all the trees of the forest sing for joy."
She sings her own song
No knowledge of what words will come out next.
She sings what she feels
Singing to the Lord, praising His name
Declaring His glory, His majesty, His honor.
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