The jingle dancer begins.
Poised, like a ballerina,
She stands upon her toes.
Shining metal cones tinkle as she moves.
Gracefully, she glides upon
The arena's grassy surface,
Pivoting, swaying,
Her body as supple as a new born branch.
She is the heartbeat of her tribe:
Beautiful, ethereal.
Her neck, a tender reed, curves,
As she bows her head in humility.
