Monday, June 28, 2010

An Organic Symphony

The bells doth ring
on pixie's wands
ding, dong
ding, dong


The crimson flutes
ring on and on
ding, dong
ding, dong



The lady 
with her mantle on

slips through forest 
in search of dawn.
ding, dong
ding, dong


Tripping, dodging
drifting, sprawling.
Her journey long
seems never ending
ding, dong
ding, dong


Stella calls her
through the mist
begs her caution
of gnomes grim twist
ding, dong
ding, dong




All the while 
your eye does stare
takes it in 
without a care.
ding, dong
ding, dong

Sees the gloves
left by the fox
Hides them from
the creeping phlox.
ding, dong
ding, dong
Yes, in the garden
one never sleeps.
It's an organic symphony
made in orchestral leaps.
ding, dong, ding



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