I went out in a bliss of hip shakes and swirls, spinning for a better tomorrow
Forgetting the past--letting go of tomorrow, being in the now as "they" say...
The hula drops.
Pick up the hula, swing it around and here we go again, grasping that rhythm--letting go, letting go---
The trees are beautiful in the sunset, bare and naked with the bird nests stowed up top
The children are playing and laughing--thank goodness childhood still exists--still in my groove
Work it around in a twirl around my hips, I walk the hula this way and that, down low and up top
I'm really flying now, I grab it from the back with my hand, lift it over my head, spin it like a lasso, drop it back down,
Neil Young plays on the radio "Down By the River"
Swirl, shake, scoot around--it's getting fun now
Nothing matters--FINALLY--just the hula, me, trees, children and music.
Quite the cocktail, if I do say so myself.