The snow falling from the tree’s the faint sound of an orchestra, one girl dancing upon a lake swirling, spinning, her serious face no emotion she dedicates herself to the routine, she hears the music feels the music, she slid, and when she looked towards the edge, she saw a boy, smiling, grinning he was always there always smiling as he saw the beauty of her dance, the shimmering of her wheelchair the dedication the love the emotion
