Just Listen

Wisdom’s words are being whispered like the wind, sounds carry far, excited words, blessed and dear. Secrets voiced under willow trees secrets about peonies and ants. Vivid voices, I overhear. Where moons and stars shine at midday; children are not restricted by the norm Bugs and flowers star in paradise’s play. Nighttime shadows never fall, for spirits fenced within God’s pale. Artists called children fashion clay into notions way beyond adult eyes. They serenade past the outside walls of prison halls that hold adults in place. Conversation with imaginary friends; sidesplitting laughter fills the air as they say good-bye with swift embrace. July 8, 2019 Verse A Favoured Theme Any Form Poetry Contest by Brian Strand