When flowers dance, the world then joyfully
sings,
Birds pirouette to heavens, upon happiness wings,
When new flowers unzip their tightly budded
coats,
Showing off their bloomers, beneath floral petticoats.
With their fripperies showing, for all the world
to see,
Nodding to breezy tunes, from frond, stem &
bushy tree,
In season´s melodies dancing, beneath sun &
opal moon,
Perfumed petal frocks, in silks, velvets &
satin blooms.
When all flowers dance in forests, fields &
loamy beds,
Shod in mossy slippers & nodding dainty
fragrant heads,
The world then breathes deeply & knows that
all is well,
And for a single moment, each man, then forgets
his hell.
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