A gymnast girl

In halls of light, where shadows play,
Her spirit takes flight, finding its way
Muscles flex, making a worshiping plea,
On balance beam, she's wild and free.

Her muscles like silk, her bends to gaze.
She bends and twists as in liquid maze.
Defying hold, a sensous show,
A silent poem, through her body flow.

Sweat may drip, and limbs may turn,
But in her eyes, a fierce fire will burn.
So, watch her flip and tumble in a rhythmic quest,
Because her beating heart will finds its best.