Conducted by a cool gentle breeze, <br />like silent bells, the flower heads swing. <br />So many giving out songs unsung. <br />Oh, how their voices need to ring. <br /> <br />Hues in accord are all around us, <br />each one harmonizing with ease. <br />I wonder what music we would hear, <br />if colours met on piano keys. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wonder-84/
