2011 - Day 121

To wake to the sun
Rising Eastbound,
Shining over the Pavilion
Golden dreams immaculate.
Bending of wills,
Gritty, drawn out, scripted havok,
A masterpiece
The troupe our very own.
Matching costumes,
The snow slowly falls,
Thunder bellows 360 degrees,
Our eyes never leave the stage.
At the end,
Roses strewn with standing ovation,
And take a bow,
You deserve it.
Bravo.