By Evelyn Reilly
If you could hear the flowers,
Singing to the sky
Like bells –
The Daffodil trills,
Sweetly singing the sound of Spring.
The Rose sings
Of birds –
On the wing!
Sweetly singing with the stars.
The Easter Lily
Trumpets aloud
That resurrection has come early.
The Dandelions stout,
They sing about
Bees and flowers
Dusty, old bowers, and
The sun, moon and stars.
And praising with the lark,
The Daisy has a mark,
of the sun in the center of the moon,
And lustily singing
the laughter is ringing,
of a Lilac in the middle of a field.
And I now shall rally
The Lilies of the Valley
For the fife, drum and bugler,
Of this battle to fight.
If you could see the Trees dancing,
What would you see?
