12 July 2012
You run for all your worth, you were meant to do this from birth.
You leap and jump, graceful, you never slump.
A twist and a bend, always till the end.
Flying through the air, you do it without a care.
Landing is an art, you mastered from the start.
Hold your head up high, raise your hands to the sky.
The roar of the crowd is loud, you smile, you're proud.
You're a gymnast, born to surpass.
(written for my niece)
Jess. • Opuss № I