The floral dance we never see <br />On summer night <br />Past oaken tree. <br />Lit by the moon <br />They sway and sing <br />And on the wind <br />Their melodies ring. <br />As storm clouds huddle close <br />To cry <br />The sun, their host, <br />Just wanders by <br />To speak of tales <br />The heavens did tell. <br />But cloudburst bids a last farewell. <br />The trees that stand and watch the sky <br />Waving at us passers by. <br />Miming opera on high. <br />Stemming tears with unheard sigh. <br />In rhyming verse <br />The breeze does bring. <br />Mutes do converse <br />As branches cling. <br />The stars and moon <br />Sing every tune <br />They've learned <br />From serenades below. <br />Such lunar crooning <br />Sees dancing stars swooning <br />As we all <br />Sleep through this astral show. <br />Such secrets that sweet nature hides <br />In flowers scent, or rolling tides.<br /><br />Kevin East<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natures-secrets/
