Sweet Motion

The music starts
and everything begins to move.
I lift my arms in unison with the others as
the beat is pounding inside me when I jump.
I twirl and twirl feeling my hair flare out then
I stop, then kick, weaving in and out of everyone.
The music stops with everyone else.
I can hear only the heavy breathing
of the dancers.
We run off as if we are being lifted
by a breeze.
As we do, applause follows us until
we are protected by the pitch-black curtains.

by Melannie Ching
5th grade, ‘Iolani School