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FROM WHEREVER FLOWERS DREAM
During an early morning walk in silence
you hear the wind as it whispers to the trees…
You hear the synchronized rhythm of the crickets…
their percussion floating on the breeze.
In the darkness as you walk…
you watch the leaves and branches sway…
you hear the birds about to retire share a song
with the birds about to begin their day
The nightingale and the owl…
the mockingbird and the chickadee…
blend together…as if rehearsed…
a morning melody.
You marvel when the flowers hear this singing
how they wipe the dew from out their eyes
how they search the darkness for the sun
then smile and stretch up to the sky.
And suddenly there in the darkness
your mood begins to swing…
because if you listen closely
you can hear the flowers sing…
Then as the darkness is receding…
and the morning begins advancing…
you wonder if it’s just the morning breeze…
or are the flowers also dancing.
And you feel blessed for having witnessed
an encounter so supreme…
The moment the the flowers have awakened
from wherever flowers dream.
