The flowers on the Meadow never have a Voice


The flowers on the Meadow
will never have a Voice
They rustle in your Mind
When beauty is a Choice
Slip into the Sky
as Earth dips Nearby

My only earthly Fear
Do they ever miss a Year
The Seasons change quickly
Sping midsummer and Fall
The flowers change color
and I miss them All.

What do you think?

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Written by Johndavisnearby

LET loose the Night
to play its strings in my Heart
the Music of the Ages
has a Beat from the Start
A Tit a Tat
and the Tap of a Shoe
Even the Muses listen to YOU
A Lute a Flute
Cello and violin Too
O Night of the Soft Winds
the children of Earth
Listen to YOU

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