When Grass Dances
When grass dances
In the singing winds
To the syncopate melody
Upon the tree of joyous lark;
The envious rose flower
Fresh lets its bright petals
To the ground far beneath fall
In protest to the conspiracy
And wonder of awesome nature.
When green grass dances
To the purple singing birds
Sinking into the waning sun
So does too the wind sway
Like the conductor of orchestra
In such beauty behold
All sorrow is far gone
Ever with the wind
Never again to come.
Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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