The Mournful Ballerina

Two elegant arms,
Held above her head.
She dances to the music,
And the tears that are shed.

Focused on her dream,
She flies across the floor.
This is her moment,
For that she is sure.

Her tutu floats about,
Creating softness to her dance.
She soars across stage,
Knowing this is her chance.

She twirls and leaps,
Keeping her head raised.
Her lightly and agility,
Her speed will be praised.

As the curtain falls,
The ballerina's still.
Everyone sees the tears,
Threatening to spill.