Grace Poem by Eve Smith

Fluid is I, fluid I be.
Yes my grace comes naturally.
Walk as though I was a gentle breeze.
Moving around in an endless stream.
Show me just how far you can go, without fall down.
I can walk a thousand times around this stumbling town.
You may take a day, a year.
But for me it took an hour, if near.
Yes my grace comes naturally.
Swim through crowds, like I'm walking on clouds.
Saying that crowds are too loud is not and excuse.
Learn to deal with them or there's no use.
I'll teach you how to do the same if you learn some of it your own way.

Yes my grace comes naturally.