Monday, August 23, 2021

FROM WHEREVER FLOWERS DREAM

 


During an early morning walk in silence 

you hear the wind as it whispers to the trees…

You hear the synchronized rhythm of the crickets…

their percussion floating on the breeze.


In the darkness as you walk…

you watch the leaves and branches sway…

you hear the birds about to retire share a song 

with the birds about to begin their day


The nightingale and the owl…

the mockingbird and the chickadee…

blend together…as if rehearsed…

a morning melody.


You marvel when the flowers hear this singing

how they wipe the dew from out their eyes

how they search the darkness for the sun

then smile and stretch up to the sky.


And suddenly there in the darkness

your mood begins to swing…

because if you listen closely

you can hear the flowers sing…


Then as the darkness is receding…

and the morning begins advancing…

you wonder if it’s just the morning breeze…

or are the flowers also dancing.


And you feel blessed for having witnessed

an encounter so supreme…

The moment the the flowers have awakened

from wherever flowers dream.


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