When you walk in silence in the morning...

you hear the wind whisper to the trees...

as the syncopation of the crickets

floats upon the breeze.


Soon the nightingale, the blackbird, 

the owl...and the chickadee

begin to sing, as if rehearsed...

their morning melody.


Flowers hear the singing

and, to me at least, it seems

the music wakes them gently

from wherever flowers dream.


Perhaps that’s why throughout the year

and primarily in Spring...

if you listen to them closely

you can hear the flowers sing.

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Oh I so loved reading this

Oh I so loved reading this gorgeous poem, it's the very essence of spring and the thought of flowers dreaming was a brilliant piece of writing. sue x