The Neverending Dance of the Children
The crackles turn into shimmering sparkles into the black sky. The green fields are exposed by the newly revealed eye of day. And life takes up wings To dazzle the canopy with wonder. And the children still play in the fields… They are untouched except for the momentary visitor with camera unwavering Shhh, listen… If you listen closely and carefully, nature plays an unending symphony… With those blades of grass working toward the stars as strings With flowers revealing to the world, the woodwinds With water flowing in eternal rhythm, the percussion With the blinding blue sky, the muted brass And the cool breeze that catches a dream… the voices of the seraphs The notes are so heavenly Tears finally rush down my face Smiles peer open and eyes wander, Reading this idyllic manuscript Then, suddenly, silence. The gods of many worlds and visions have addressed their point And the children still play in the fields…
Date of First Draft: 11 May 2000
Inspiration: Moby's "My weakness"