Dance of the Flowers

Somewhere in a secret garden, walled off from the madding world

a flock of angels make heavenly sounds, sunny guitar and rainy harp

that set the lilacs to passionate swaying

the dew-kissed roses to appreciative trembling,

the snapdragons to waltzing like beer garden flower children;

the garden fills with an angelic cacophony to please King David...

the Xenias prance dusting the grass lightly with fairy dust;

the ferns twitch like techno clubgoers,

and the richly clothed lilies bob along languidly

to this magical dance of the flowers