By: Theresa Flores
Come to the garden one September night
When the flowers are in bloom and the moon shining bright
When trees are bent and bowing as you walk, passing by
The stars on parade are like marchers in the sky
When birds burst into songs, circling as they fly
The bees, they’ll be laughing, bashfully, too shy
When spiders take their violins, to play on with the rest
The snails on high sopranos, bellow out their best
When fireflies lit their lanterns, each to light a path
The wrigglers in the ponds wakens from the nap
While crickets and grasshoppers are trying out a dance
The caterpillars too, will not pass on the chance
Have you ever seen nature rejoicing in a feast?
Or has journeyed to a place as harmonious as this?
If not, then I’m obliged to ask you to invite
Come and see the garden one September night
Note: If we want to see real beauty, we just need to look around.
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