Standing with its back straight it waits. It waits for someone. When you enter
Ballroom it greets you. It says hello. It asks to dance with you. It lets you lead.
It responds to your movement. It spins around you. It lingers. It looks closely.
The earth and the moon.
Or today and tomorrow.
A hint of cool breeze tomorrow is todays saviour.
And Man of Tomorrow quickly disappears as the dawn breaks.