Flamenco dancers Swirl, swish, swayRed skirts flyingTo the Spanish Drumbeat, guitarHeels click a rhythmTo the music Of summer heat.

True beautyIs not externalTrue beauty is pure Internal, yet It shows—glows From withinClear through toOutside.

Sing down the sky, BirdIt's your job. SitOn a fence post. ShoutTo the grey cloudsCoax the sun through.