Flowers and Stars
Little flowers, little flowers, what’s your name?
When god gave you colors and the first star shone
Did your sweetness and glamour stay the same?
Were you afraid of light and was your allure gone?
A sage had those queries
upsetting his idle mind,
then a swift gust of wind
carried dazzling faeries
dancing in his drowsy mind.
They sung about the day
when God made a star,
and placed it very far,
Yet we see its bright ray
journeying from afar
Their laugh has a silver glow
and the sound of a small bell,
The sage could not tell
how the faerie winds blow
twinkled the small bell.
They continued to dance,
When God’s used his power
to bloom the first flower.
Sweet was the new fragrance,
sanctioned by holy power.
When the sun lightened the day, the sage left his dream
with a sunflower on his hand: orange and dark blue:
Those are the wrong colors, what they could mean?
The sage could be a poet, because he had not a clue…
Then he heard a laugh,
and saw a woman by his side,
smiling jolly and wide:
Knowledge is for naught
if you wake with love by your side.
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