Shiva

A lady in a lavender dress dances gracefully in a field of daisies and violets. She looks as if dancing with someone, her long lost love, but to everyone else, she is dancing with merely the atmosphere. She never misses a step. Perfection. Each time she turns you catch a glimpse of her face, she is smiling a beautiful smile. Though her sorrow may last a lifetime, she will smile as long as she knows her lover is with her. In her heart, in her soul. They are one. There is no music playing aloud, yet you still seem to hear it. She dances to her own melody, one that has never been heard before. It is a beatific melody that shall play forever in her heart and to whom ever may witness her beautiful dance. She dances every day, even if it is pouring rain, she will dance. To this day she can still be seen dancing in the field of where her and her lover have been buried. Only a chosen few can see her, and if you are one of the lucky ones, you will never forget such a beautiful sight.