Thank God the wind was right
And I was sitting still
As she tiptoed through the forest
And slowly climbed my hill

She, a ballerina
Practicing her dance
Quietly closed our distance
Daring to take a chance

Pricking up her black tipped ears
Flashing tail of white
Straining to see what I might be
Eveready to take flight

Now she dares come no closer
Slowly lifts her head
Holds me in her doe like eyes
"Are you alive or dead?”

I was alive, (or so I thought)
Until that moment came
When her soft gaze pierced my side
‘til blood and water ran

There I died a thousand deaths
A thousand times rebirth
One quick turn of her small head
Moved my heaven and earth

In that infinite moment
I finally learned
All eternity
Is in each moment born