She danced outside under the light of summers full moon
Her majestic body slowly swaying to the soft music playing on her old kitchen radio
Her bare feet in the grass and the earths damp soil in between her paint chipped toes
Beads of sweat formed and trickled down her beautiful brown face
A gentle breeze swept through the summer night and through her flower patterned dress
What a lovely sight for sore eyes
A fallen angel from heavens grace dancing to the soft music playing on the old kitchen radio
Adored by all she had not a care in the world